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Mistwind is a tribe with a illustrious leader - a black-furred wolf by the name of Ark. While his love for the tribe that he has established runs as deep as his lust for his three sons, it is the pride of his race that sets Ark apart - his big black cock by which he made himself leader.
This deep, impassioned pride runs hand in hand with the customs of a wolf, and after a long day of hunting, the leader is deserving of some worship.
What better way to deliver that worship, than by the tongues and mouths of his three sons? Though uneducated on cock and men, we all know that lesson would be taught sooner rather than later and, in the darkest night, when the full moon is out, it is at that time where Ark gives into his inner desires.
Disclaimer
This story features a focus on raceplay and heavy/extreme slurs, stereotypes. With that, the story also features a focus on young characters (cubs), and masculine, musk themes between males.
The story contains father/son incest.
The story also contains discrimination and misogynistic references.
The story contains heavy language and sexual themes involving cub stuff.
This story was commissioned anonymously.
This story is written and provided for the pure purpose of satisfaction to those who have the interest in reading it.
....Phew, that's a lot of content warnings. XD
Credits
Written by MuskWuff.
Time written: 28/11/2022 - 13/12/2022
Words: 5,593
Author Notes
I was very inspired when writing this story.
Phew, it was fucking heavy to write. But fun.
It feels like the first story in a long time where I've not held back. Like I've shoved the heaviest kinks in a pot and I just write it for the pure thrill of it. Looking back on things now I can see why I was so wary as to treading these waters again. But at the same time, the kinkiest story backed up by quality writing only makes it better.
I couldn't stop thinking about the story days after I wrote it. I'm not ashamed to admit that I get rock fucking hard from the thought of the scenes. When I was trying to add detail, I just couldn't. Words failed me from the image in my head, and I just ended up busting load after load 🤣
However, I managed to complete it to a very good standard. I would personally love to hone in on the details as much as I can, but given the kinky nature of the story, it's not necessary. It sent my mind reeling. I'd be interested in future ideas.
Hope you enjoy!
Places where I lurk
My new Telegram channel",
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The blood dripping from his spear did not deter him, and neither did the heavy weight of his bag dripping with gruesome meat. Ark set his things down upon the hill overlooking the village, puffed out his chest, and breathed in deeply. He could feel the blood flowing through his neck, his body filling up with a second wind. He rolled his tired shoulders, his muscles twitching with happy exhaustion as he took in the beautiful smell of nature.\n\n“This is life…” He said.\n\nArk breathes out through his chest as he looks upon his village – the tribe is made up of several huts and, in the centre, is one ceremonial bowl (you have three guesses as to what that's used for, and most likely all three guesses of yours would be correct). Cubs run about the village in much the same manner as leaves fall off the trees from the gusts of wind that flow through the forest. That is to say: it’s all natural. A tribe which consists of a handful of men, but a whole group of cubs and then some? That is a common sight, especially among wolf tribes. The reason is painfully obvious to cubophilic-learned readers such as yourself: no doubt you can surmise that most of these cubs are slaves. In which case, that would be a true assessment, but not quite as you envisioned.\n\nTo call cubs a 'slave' is perhaps the worst thing you could call them in the Mistwind tribe. While it is true they take care of menial tasks and, more so, service the very cocks which made them, cubs are valued assets to the men. They are like a wife to a husband, except without all the unnecessary shit, like the arguing, the bickering, and the 'dealing with a woman' part. The fact is, wolves just want to get their nut, and what better way to deal with that than to stuff their cock into the unwilling hole of a child? Sure, they may cry at first and, by the gods, will they flail and beg for their life, but when a wolf is balls deep into a baby fleshlight, he may as well push it in all the way and take the tender virginity (and soul) that he so desperately craves. If the cub ends up limp, it's no bother, a simple 'carrying harness', fixed up by the leatherworker of the tribe, would be just the thing to get the job done. There, he can readjust the said fleshlight in his harness so that he is always balls deep in the corpse even when he is walking about the tribe.\n\n…But back to the topic at hand. Wolves tend not to call their \"wives\" slaves. Even though, if they actually [i]had[/i] a woman in front of them, they'd discriminate the shit out of her. And, as we all know, wolves are slaves to their desires. So hearing them call cubs by more affectionate terms, such as ‘a fucking fleshlight’ and ‘the dirt underneath my feet’ as they're railing their kid so hard the poor boy probably won't wake up for the next 24 hours, is a common sight and sound around the tribe. Only at night, mind you. Because wolves love howling at the moon. And getting off over being the superior race. You get the deal.\n\nFrom this outlook, Ark notices that there are several adult wolves standing in only their loincloths, either talking to one another or watching the playful cubs like a hawk, randomly putting their hands into their loincloths for entirely inconspicuous reasons… only to bring their hands up to their noses and sniff deeply, asking one another “what do you smell like?”\n\nFamily get-togethers have never been better with a family of male wolves. Instead of asking “How are the kids?”, I imagine that “Who’s that sexy kid belong to?” is a far more common question that comes out of the fathers’ mouths.\n\nArk has never been prouder to build up a place like Mistwind. Years ago, this village was nothing more than the earth which made up the rest of these resplendent plains. But perhaps it is the inexplicable ‘breath of life’ which attracted Ark to these lands - an instinct that every wolf has, a feeling in his heart, that this place is fine to call home. In due time, other wolves made their home here, raised their male-dominated families (after they quickly exiled the females they only fuck to impregnate), to attract many other wayward wolves to this abode until, before he realised, Mistwind expanded into a full-blown village-tribe.\n\n“A place I can be proud of…” Ark whispered out to himself, enjoying the warmth of the rising sun against his face. There is no place better for a wolf than in the wild, surrounded by other manly men and little ones for his satisfaction. Wolves, like any other beast, deserve some sort of reward for their hard work – and what better way to make the cubs useful than to use them as late-night hole stretchers? His cock twitched at the thought of getting down and dirty with his kids for the first time. Ark shoved his hand down his pants and scratched his pubes – thick and fluffy. He brought his hand up to his nose and smelt deeply, almost gipping from the intensity of the man-stink, just like how those two wolves had done.\n\n“Oh, fuck… My boys will [i]love[/i] this.”\n\n\n[center]*****[/center]\n\n\nArk returned to Mistwind to much fanfare, the other hunters lovingly patting him on the back and offering to take his things while he settled down.\n“Yeah, that’d be helpful. Thanks, brother,” he said to the wolf by his side, who carried his meat to the town hall to be cooked.\n\n“Daddyyyyyy!” In an instant, his two youngest cubs came running up to him, one boy nestling his face into his thigh, whereas the other, his youngest cub of them all, Ed, had thrust his face straight in his daddy’s crotch, pushing against the shaft of his cock to be exact, although of course the cub didn’t know this, he just wants to take comfort in whatever part is the warmest.\nArk groaned as he enjoyed the unusual sensation of his youngest offspring rolling his head against his loincloth. The damn wolf was almost tempted to start feeding the kid ‘daddy’s milk’ then and there, considering the tyke was so eager. He was already half-hard from a little cub being cute and innocent. A tribe brother rubbed his shoulder, looking at Ark with a half-knowing, half-cheeky smirk on his face.\n\n“Nothing to worry about brother, that’s just a natural wolf reaction.” He said, then shuffled back over to his friends. Ark could hear the faint conversation they were having:\n“Gods, are [i]all[/i] wolves flaming cubophiles like Ark?” He asked.\n\n“There there, Ed…” Ark gently pulled away the cub from his crotch, not even bothering to hide the considerable bulge he grew behind his musk and piss-stained loincloth.\n(“It’s just a wolf thing.”) He said to himself, repeating the man’s advice. It’s natural for a man’s cock to grow erect in the presence of cubs, even subconsciously.\n\n\n[center]*****[/center]\n\nAfter a hearty meal with his children all fed, there’s still room for more in their bellies. The commotion has since died down, leaving just Ark and his three offspring in the dead of the night, with only the stars above and the warm fire lighting them.\n\nArk leans himself back upon the rocks as his children gather around him, already prepared for their second meal.\n“Is it time for some ‘special meat’, daddy?!” The youngest cub exclaims, clapping his hands excitedly. Ark attempts to put up a fatherly front, but it dissolves into a perverted smirk and a distinct throbbing that pushes his dark-foreskinned cock out from the side of his loincloth from the sound of his excited son, eager to drink his spunk.\n“Y-Yes, that’s right…” he whispers, his voice as dark as the night itself. \n\nTired from the long hunt, Ark whips out his cock from his loincloth subconsciously, stroking it lightly just to ease the tension. This is the best part about being a man - the pleasure to touch your cock whenever you so choose. Seeing his cock thicken and harden in his grip is a joy to watch, simply because he’s got a curious and overly eager audience. Within seconds he’s already fully hard, and he proudly shows off his fat, 9-inch uncut cock in front of his three kids. Though much of the bottom of his shaft is taken up by his fluffy pube bush (and the curly pube hairs grown out on top of it), that only serves to enhance the sight of his manly, big black cock. Foreskin intact and all.\n\n“This is daddy’s meat, little ones,” he explains, moving his hand from his meat so that it throbs freely in front of their awed faces.\nBefore he could explain more, the oldest cub named Dirk, around 15 years of age, pushed his nose against his father’s hard shaft.\n“Dirk, that’s…” Ark breathed out in disbelief.\n\n“That’s your [i]cock[/i], I know, dad.” Dirk replied sarcastically, wrapping his hand around the thick base of his father's hung uncut cock. Dirk winced a little bit as his fingers got stuck and tangled in his father's pubes, not performing as perfectly as he envisioned.\nA dark chuckle escaped from Ark.\n\"Not dealt with pubes before, have you, boy? Ah, but of course you haven't. You're still a fucking [i]whelp[/i].\" Dirk ignored his father's gloating, and instead turned to face the other two cubs, who were looking on with wonder in their eyes.\n“Watch this, my brothers.”\n\nDirk poked his tongue out, licking his father’s cock gently from the bottom to the top. Though his father’s cock was already quite greasy (that’s a trait of black wolves for you), the shine of his goopy spit only served to lube up the monster before him. A fine trail of spit was left in his wake, and Ark’s cock throbbed harder than before, now that it’s been tongued up by a little kid. He didn’t just stop at the side of the shaft, Dirk went up the hard back and veiny front of his father’s cock as well, making sure every inch of his length and girth was properly serviced; as befitting of a young faggot slave - I mean, his son.\n\n“Ah, holy fuck…” the older wolf moaned, putting his hand to his head, overcome with the intensity of it all. He’s liable to burst in seconds if this keeps up. That's just the overwhelming pedophilic desires for you. But it’s in his duty as a father to teach his sons the wonders of cock and men – to provide for them a ‘demonstrative’ sexual education, most of which Dirk seems to know already.\n“Liked that, daddy?” He asked, a certain glint in his eye.\n“Y-Yes, oh…” Ark moaned as he felt Dirk’s tongue on his cock again, this time the young teen had gone so far as to wrap his mouth around the shaft of his cock, sucking it lightly like a lollipop. Pools of drool and precum fell from his little lips, and into the bushy pubes of the father, sometimes dribbling down his big furry nuts instead. Dirk popped off his daddy’s cock with a satisfied sigh, his breath in the air as warm as his father’s loins. Ark’s cock is already soaked in kiddie spit. It throbbed freely in the warm air, the slight coldness of the young teenager's spit surprising Ark.\n\n\"Whoa…\" the other two cubs gasped, watching as their father's 9 inch pure daddy dick pulsed about wildly due to the pleasures of a little boy.\n“There’s a saying in our tribe…” Ark groaned out, propping himself up by his elbows so that he could speak to his cock-hungry children.\n“That those who drink their father’s spunk are destined to become the man he is.” He continued.\n\n“No, it’s that fathers are [i]meant[/i] to give their young their spunk,” Dirk corrected, making Ark blush. He clearly knew the true meaning of the ‘circle of life’ in his tribe, but maybe the big wolf didn’t want to come across as a massive degenerate. (Un)fortunately for him, his 15-year-old son knows everything about cock and where ‘milk’ comes from. Dirk put his small hands on his father’s thighs, making the big perv tense up in anticipation of what’s to come next.\n“And I sure as hell want my father’s spunk.” He licked his lips, making Ark gulp.\n\nTension was heavy in the air as Dirk turned around once again to make sure his little audience was watching.\n“Have you got your eyes on the prize, brothers?”\nBoth of them nodded simultaneously, their eyes focused on their father’s cock and his heavy balls that beg for attention beneath.\n“This is called a ‘blowjob’.” He stated.\n\nDirk then proceeded to confidently deepthroat his father’s cock, but hit a barrier when he was nearly halfway-down on his father's massive thug cock. The boy could only swallow the first 3 inches of his cock, but it was enough for Ark to ascend to a higher plane of existence, feeling a minor's mouth wrap around his big black dick.\n\"God, you're a fucking beauty,\" he moaned out, letting himself get controlled by his inner pedo beast.\n“But, heh… You forgot to tell them about the gag reflex…” Ark retorted, looking at Dirk with dreamy eyes. The boy shot him a stare back, but moaned once he felt his father’s finger prod against his hole.\n“You’re just a stupid little slut, [i]boy[/i]. A slave for my ape cock.”\nHe sure fucking is. Quite surprisingly, when compared to other black wolves, Ark can actually [i]talk[/i] while he's fucking - but that won't last for long. Most men dissolve into moans and groans once they're having sex with cubs, be them black or white.\n\nArk thrusted his hips high into the air, his balls smacking against Dirk’s chin with a loud cracking sound. The boy winced at the pain, whereas the two sons watching looked unflinchingly.\n“Stupid cocksucker.” Ark talked again, his growls becoming deeper, his fangs starting to show. “Take my nigger dick.\"\nHe put his hand on Dirk’s head and forced him down on his cock, uncaring to his sputters and cries.\n“See, this is why you should [i]never[/i] think yourself above me.” Ark said, getting a kick out of showing his 15-year-old son who’s boss. Stupid rebellious teenagers. He could feel his balls start to tense as he felt his son’s little mouth force itself further down his ridiculously-thick gangsta cock. Dirk’s cheeks were completely stuffed. Tears were rolling down his face. But he wanted this. He [i]asked[/i] for this. He needed his daddy's dark dick stuffed in his mouth.\n\nThe other brothers watched helplessly. The second oldest brother, Quinten, not wanting Dirk to please his father alone, encouraged Ed, the youngest offspring of them all, to worship his father with him.\n\n“Come on, Ed, let’s do it!” He pulled on the cub’s sleeve, whose eyes were welling up at the sight of Dirk getting a facefucking to last a lifetime. Dirk’s eyes were also swelling with tears, and it looked like he could barely breathe, now that his nose is buried inches deep into his father’s fluffy pube bush. But, beneath those layered pubes, Ed could spot the slightest hint of a grin on Dirk’s face. Then his eyes met his, as if to say: “I believe in you, brother.”\n\nAt Quinten’s behest, Ed fell to his knees. Before him is a beast of unparalleled masculinity. A black cock which is the largest in the tribe. As far as he knows, Ark is the manliest man in the tribe. Not because he’s got hair on his chest. Not because he stinks like a bitch every time he comes back from hunting. But because he pumps loads into his kids every day, without fail, all while sounding like the fucking ape is, grunting nothing but incoherent gibberish, as nigger wolves are known for. You see, Ark is of a completely different [b]race[/b]. He is not light furred, grey furred, or any other shade but [b]pure black[/b]. To put it simply, it's a miracle his kids can even see him in this dark night. But, by the light of the fireplace, and the power of their senses, those cubs would be able to easily discern where the nearest superior cock is - right in front of them. Sure, Ark may get a few racist remarks here and there from the whities in the tribe who don't feel good about themselves, but as soon as he pulls his loincloth aside and reveals to those naysayers his thick, greasy cock that rapidly hardens in his hand, the answer is clear. Blacks are better. \n\n“Who’s next…?” Ark growled out, then grunted with satisfaction once he felt Quinten’s nose nestle into his overgrown bushy pit fur. Quinten immediately grimaced once the full force of his father’s musk hit him (clearly he’s in deep waters and he hadn’t anticipated such a rank musk), but Ark was pleased that his second son had finally risen to the challenge at last.\n\n“So, you’re fulfilling the purpose that cubs are made for,” Ark said to Quinten, his big hand dwarfing the boy’s small head as he firmly held the boy into his open pit, not caring whether he could speak or breathe from being under daddy’s pit. As long as he feels the cold touch of cub spit against his unshaven, overgrown pit hairs, that’s all Ark cares about.\n\nMake no mistake, the wolf bathes.\nBut a simple bath does naught to deter his natural stink as a wolf.\nAfter all, Ark is a man who provides for his family. He provides food, shelter, warmth, drink… and cum.\n\nMeanwhile, Ed by the side of his choking older brother, and he didn’t know what to do. Dirk [i]was[/i] choking, until Ark finally relaxed his grip on his head and he could gracefully slide his saliva-soaked lips back against the cock that made him, popping up with an exasperated sigh and with colour filling back to his cheeks. God, that black cock is a fucking beast. It flings back up straight without looking like it hadn't even softened at all. In fact, with every passing second, it only seemed like Ark's engorged nigger dick was getting fatter and bigger thanks to the worship of his children. It was only a few seconds later, when he regained some semblance of consciousness, that he noticed his youngest brother, Ed, sat next to him, twiddling his thumbs. \n\n“Ed… [i]aaah…[/i]” Quinten tried to give the youngest cub direction from the disadvantageous position of being stuffed in daddy’s pit, but he was, of course, muffled out by the inexhaustible power of his father’s hand.\n\n“Pot meet kettle,” Ark chuckled, then turned to face his two sons, wondering what the fuck they think they’re doing, using their father’s time like this without their lips and tongues servicing his nether regions. His face contorted into rage as he commanded Dirk to get back on his cock again, eager to feel those young teenage lips around his perverted, yet handsomely thick cock.\n\n“Sorry bud, got to get back to work,” Dirk winked at Ed, but not before patting the boy on the bum, as if to say: “Come here and worship him with me, two can play at this game.”\n\nWhen Ed kneeled over his father’s crotch, his head by the side of his brother’s (who was busy deepthroating his father’s dick with a mean look on his face, and it’s a look of passion at that), Ark’s eyes filled with love. Not one, not two, but all three of his sons are now ready to service him! What a wondrous life he leads! Full of exercise during the day, and exercise during the night. The only difference is, while he’s busy impaling innocent deers and livestock on his spear every day, he’s [i]also[/i] busy impaling just-as-innocent cubs on his cock every night! Oh, what a wonderful family they will turn out to be!\n\nArk’s face darkened, his fangs baring as he considered the evil, yet oh-so-beautiful things he would do to his sons.\n\n“...And [i]all[/i] of these fleshlights, those that we dare to call ‘cubs’, belong to [b]me[/b]!” \n\nEd couldn’t bear to see his brothers suffer so. With Dirk’s fate all but sealed on the cock that made him, and Quinten somehow miraculously surviving a pit-suffocation, Ed felt compelled to do something. Courage swelled in his chest, as he lurched forward… to tongue his father’s fat fucking hairy nuts, swinging about with sweat beads flinging in his face. Despite the intensity and intimidating nature of it all, Ed quite honestly had balls of steel himself to be at the fray, below his choking, worn-out older brother, his little tongue racing around those furry balls like his life depended on it. From how hard Ark is going on these kids, it’d be safe to assume that it does.\n“Oh, fuck yeah boy, keep licking at them!” Ark said, his eyes closed shut from the pleasure of it all. His two kids are really raking in their father’s love right now.\n\nArk was surprised when Quinten came out of his pit, his face flushed, moist and covered in leftover pit hairs, to lock lips with him. But he would welcome this love all the same: love between fellow men is to be cherished and respected, not least of all a love between a father and his son. Though he is a middle child, Quinten has the best qualities of the two brothers. He is young enough so that his lips are still erotically soft and supple to his father, and he’s old enough to gain some cake. All the better for his daddy to grope against as he makes out with his 13-year-old son, his cock harder than ever inside an older, yet still underage teenager slash cocksleeve.\n\n“Fuck, this is great!” He moaned, breathing heavily in Quinten’s face. Kid sex sure is the fucking best for daddy wolves such as him. He can’t imagine an existence more peak than this. His cock is inside a kid. He’s making out with a kid. And an even younger kid, no, a fucking [i]child[/i] is lapping at his balls like it’s some sort of fucking ritual!\n\nIt sure as hell is. Every wolf deserves to be worshipped like this. Every man with a thick dick swinging between their legs, who so much as walk a step without their legs being pestered by cum-hungry little ones at all times, deserve to be pleasured in any way they see fit. That is the privilege of man. The privilege and inherent culture of a proud, productive wolf tribe.\n\nArk felt his balls tensing up, and the feeling of Ed’s tiny little tongue darting around his humongous fist-sized balls certainly didn’t help matters. Nor did the feeling of having a small hand nestled into his hairy, ripped chest, hearing a young boyish voice breathe in his ear, saying these exact words: “Daddy… I love you.”\n\nSo the middle child says. But the only thing that Ark can muster in response, is…\n\n[center][b]“I fucking love CHILDREN!!![/b]”[/center]\n\nNot just his kids. But children in general.\n\nArk balled his fists as he wildly thrust his hips upwards, uncaring to the cub-no, [i]fleshlight[/i] he’s got speared on his cock. Dirk just gagged loudly. But he still stayed on that thing, attached to it like a moth to a flame. And then the floodgates came.\n\nArk, howling loudly (but sounding very much like a scream of pleasure as it echoed through the trees), pumped litres of black spunk down Dirk’s throat, and he’d be damned if the boy can swallow every drop of it. Though his vision was hazy, his eyes were still awake, just like the rest of his body. In fact, he had never felt so alive. The cubs, though, were already tired. Dirk was reaching his limit, and I don’t just mean metaphorically at that. Ed had to stand on his knees to properly tongue at his father’s balls, but instead of settling with just the licking and lips, the kid straight up pulled his father’s big balls down, as if to milk the beast of every drop of spunk. Of course they will, because he is a black god, he is meant to be worshipped in this way. Dude's already got his kids hooked on his BBC. ♠️ Now that takes special parenting.\n\nDirk looked at Ed with fire in his eyes, though he knew the moment he pursed his lips around his father’s cock, his fate was sealed. Ed, just becoming aware of his purpose, followed along with his brother with nary a flinch. After all, it is his [i]duty[/i] to serve men. It would not do well to leave men with extra spunk in their balls, now, would it?\n\n“Holy fucking shit!” Ark screamed out, in disbelief of both what his cock, and his cubs, were capable of.\n“Dirk, you’ve done enough!” He shouted, giving the oldest permission to wean off his cock. Dirk did so, but only after a couple more, noticeable deep gulps. Breathing heavily of the air that he was so deprived of, Dirk flew back to the floor on his hands and knees, leaving Ark’s fire hose of a cock to shoot its pure white cum (hailing from a pure black cock, no less) into the sky… but mostly arcing down, and landing, on Ed’s innocent, awed face. The kid took it all to the face. An 8-year-old cub covered in his father’s spunk. That very sight made Ark’s cock twitch out a few more desperate ropes of cum, trailing down his shaft into his matted pubes, now mixed with boy spit and man jizz. Now Ark’s ass was back on the floor, sweating like a bitch. His chest heaved with exhaustion, his face was the picture of relief, but the man did not stop sweating. All the better for Quinten to lap up, who, like any good middle child, was made to clean. Ed was busy slurping the spunk off his face so he could see properly (and, plus he’s only 8 years old, so give the kid a break). Dirk was, by all accounts, out of the action and probably unconscious for the next 24 hours, leaving just Quinten lapping at the extras.\n\nArk paid him no mind. At this point, the feeling of cubs worshipping him is something he would get very used to, even if he wants it or not. Because, now, the boys have developed a taste for spunk. Not that it wasn’t there in the first place, mind you, it’s just that, now that they’ve had the pleasure of experiencing hardcore sex with their father, they won’t be able to take their hands off him. \n\nBut, still, Ark's fat nigger dick would not go down. Still he sat there, breathing heavily in the grass, his ass sweating like a bitch. Ed noticed this, and placed his elbow against his daddy's thigh so he could properly stroke his cute little hand up and down that fat, monstrous length. It was all sloppy with cum, spit and natural grease, but that didn’t matter. The boy looked so happy. Ark, meanwhile, was shocked that his children would do anything to service him, though seeing a cum-splattered and haggard Dirk on the floor, as well as an unconscious Quinten curled up next to him (he was near-suffocated by his father's musk), confirmed to him that it's the little rascals which are the most eager in the end. Ark, overcome with a profound new emotion, very much what could be described as a twisted form of love and lust, couldn't even see his kid's face behind his humongous cock. But, when he felt those tender hands grasp at his warm, big nuts, Ark tensed up.\n\n\"Daddy, you're so hairy down here…\" Ed whispered out, making Ark shiver with lust as he felt his kid's hands fondle his heavy, hair-covered furry nuts. No doubt Ed was questioning about why his father's beautiful thug cock had to have such an inviting pube bush around it. Ed snaked his little tongue up the underside of his father's hard, rigid shaft, the little hairs of the nigger wolf's pubes tickling against his cheeks when he reached the midsection of Ark's cock. Fuck that, it's a third leg. It's a weapon which Ark loves to beat off all day and every day to the thought of cubs. And now that he's got his children worshipping him like the pedophile god he is, Ark just can't stop throbbing. He [b]needs[/b] to cum more. He needs to bury his superior black spunk into his youngest one - the one who has not even reached double digits. \n\nEd continued licking up at his father's cock until he, at last, reached the tip of his father's bulbous head, the two making eye contact at long last. Ed smiled with love at his father, and so did Ark. The two maintained eye contact even as Ed swirled his little tongue in his daddy's foreskin, getting as much cum out of his swollen, musky foreskin as he can. When he finished, Ed licked his lips of his father's spunk, pulling his tiny lips away from his daddy's massive BBC with thick globs of cub spit breaking apart.\n\nAnd then the thug musk started to enter his system - the distinct, pungent smell of a black wolf that only his father smells like.\n\nBut, then, something happened within Ark, like a deep, masculine switch was just pushed inside his body and, without warning, and with much wobbling from his legs and growling in his throat, he exploded plentiful amounts of ropey spunk all over his 8 year old son's face. Ed still continued to stroke his father's dick as he was cumming like a fountain, directing most of the more dribbliy ropes of cum to his flat, muscled stomach, with some ropes of spunk even matting down the hair on his chest as he got milked by his kid like a fucking machine. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. Ed repeated these motions of his arms even if he felt fatigued - for his father's load seemed endless, and the black wolf has degenerated into primal grunts and groans like the ape he is.\n\nHis pedo urges are so strong that he can't even wait to stuff his load inside his cub before he cums all over himself. But even [i]that[/i] felt so bestial; giving into his instincts.\n\nA genuine smile crossed Ark's face as his mind was slowly lifted from the depths of depravity.\n\n\"Good job kids,\" he said, then propped himself up by his elbows again, only to realise all of them were out cold. Ed was resting his head against his father's balls, making himself comfortable between his father's legs. He seemed to have let the exhaustion get to him in the midst of his father's orgasm. Ark sat back and closed his eyes, letting the cum dry up in his fur, the whispers of the wind and the tender sounds of nature filling his ears. He is truly proud to be a wolf. There is no life better than this.",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "A cool breeze flows through the lands of Mistwind. In this place, many wolves make their home, not least of all Ark, a handsome wolf coming in at a whopping two metres tall. He had just finished hunting for himself and his three sons, though he’d be damned if any of his precious darlings came outside to the wilderness with him. As it stands, Ark is incredibly protective of his cubs, almost dangerously so, as the multiple scars across his body would attest. But those scars are nothing to him in comparison to the value of his offspring – they are like mere dents upon the unbreakable metal that is his muscular, hunky body. Oh, and that's to make no mention of the little chest hairs he's grown out. Ark swiped a hand through his chest, relishing in the feeling of the breeze and his upper body being exposed in the open air. All wolves show off their chests proudly and, more often than not, they don’t bother shaving the extra hairs they grow upon their thick, warm fur. But Ark is a peculiar wolf indeed - he is black-furred. Though the bigger-than-usual bulge in his loincloth and his dark, accented voice often turns heads - it is thanks to the undeniable love of his fellow man that Ark flourishes as a hunter of the tribe today. Let’s just say, other men love making out with him because his lips are thick and, much like a wolf himself, Ark has a distinct aroma to him, except that his musk is a particular one; it is the stink of a black wolf, and no amount of bathing will ever mask his racial stench. Once, he was a whelp - a shadow of a man. But now he has become so masculine that every denizen of the Mistwind tribe would worship him if he so much as walks in the same direction as them.
Ark is a tall, beefy wolf, and he’s probably the best father there is. Why? Because he makes sure that his cubs are fed in more ways than one, of course. The blood dripping from his spear did not deter him, and neither did the heavy weight of his bag dripping with gruesome meat. Ark set his things down upon the hill overlooking the village, puffed out his chest, and breathed in deeply. He could feel the blood flowing through his neck, his body filling up with a second wind. He rolled his tired shoulders, his muscles twitching with happy exhaustion as he took in the beautiful smell of nature.
“This is life…” He said.
Ark breathes out through his chest as he looks upon his village – the tribe is made up of several huts and, in the centre, is one ceremonial bowl (you have three guesses as to what that's used for, and most likely all three guesses of yours would be correct). Cubs run about the village in much the same manner as leaves fall off the trees from the gusts of wind that flow through the forest. That is to say: it’s all natural. A tribe which consists of a handful of men, but a whole group of cubs and then some? That is a common sight, especially among wolf tribes. The reason is painfully obvious to cubophilic-learned readers such as yourself: no doubt you can surmise that most of these cubs are slaves. In which case, that would be a true assessment, but not quite as you envisioned.
To call cubs a 'slave' is perhaps the worst thing you could call them in the Mistwind tribe. While it is true they take care of menial tasks and, more so, service the very cocks which made them, cubs are valued assets to the men. They are like a wife to a husband, except without all the unnecessary shit, like the arguing, the bickering, and the 'dealing with a woman' part. The fact is, wolves just want to get their nut, and what better way to deal with that than to stuff their cock into the unwilling hole of a child? Sure, they may cry at first and, by the gods, will they flail and beg for their life, but when a wolf is balls deep into a baby fleshlight, he may as well push it in all the way and take the tender virginity (and soul) that he so desperately craves. If the cub ends up limp, it's no bother, a simple 'carrying harness', fixed up by the leatherworker of the tribe, would be just the thing to get the job done. There, he can readjust the said fleshlight in his harness so that he is always balls deep in the corpse even when he is walking about the tribe.
…But back to the topic at hand. Wolves tend not to call their "wives" slaves. Even though, if they actually had a woman in front of them, they'd discriminate the shit out of her. And, as we all know, wolves are slaves to their desires. So hearing them call cubs by more affectionate terms, such as ‘a fucking fleshlight’ and ‘the dirt underneath my feet’ as they're railing their kid so hard the poor boy probably won't wake up for the next 24 hours, is a common sight and sound around the tribe. Only at night, mind you. Because wolves love howling at the moon. And getting off over being the superior race. You get the deal.
From this outlook, Ark notices that there are several adult wolves standing in only their loincloths, either talking to one another or watching the playful cubs like a hawk, randomly putting their hands into their loincloths for entirely inconspicuous reasons… only to bring their hands up to their noses and sniff deeply, asking one another “what do you smell like?”
Family get-togethers have never been better with a family of male wolves. Instead of asking “How are the kids?”, I imagine that “Who’s that sexy kid belong to?” is a far more common question that comes out of the fathers’ mouths.
Ark has never been prouder to build up a place like Mistwind. Years ago, this village was nothing more than the earth which made up the rest of these resplendent plains. But perhaps it is the inexplicable ‘breath of life’ which attracted Ark to these lands - an instinct that every wolf has, a feeling in his heart, that this place is fine to call home. In due time, other wolves made their home here, raised their male-dominated families (after they quickly exiled the females they only fuck to impregnate), to attract many other wayward wolves to this abode until, before he realised, Mistwind expanded into a full-blown village-tribe.
“A place I can be proud of…” Ark whispered out to himself, enjoying the warmth of the rising sun against his face. There is no place better for a wolf than in the wild, surrounded by other manly men and little ones for his satisfaction. Wolves, like any other beast, deserve some sort of reward for their hard work – and what better way to make the cubs useful than to use them as late-night hole stretchers? His cock twitched at the thought of getting down and dirty with his kids for the first time. Ark shoved his hand down his pants and scratched his pubes – thick and fluffy. He brought his hand up to his nose and smelt deeply, almost gipping from the intensity of the man-stink, just like how those two wolves had done.
“Oh, fuck… My boys will love this.”
*****
Ark returned to Mistwind to much fanfare, the other hunters lovingly patting him on the back and offering to take his things while he settled down.
“Yeah, that’d be helpful. Thanks, brother,” he said to the wolf by his side, who carried his meat to the town hall to be cooked.
“Daddyyyyyy!” In an instant, his two youngest cubs came running up to him, one boy nestling his face into his thigh, whereas the other, his youngest cub of them all, Ed, had thrust his face straight in his daddy’s crotch, pushing against the shaft of his cock to be exact, although of course the cub didn’t know this, he just wants to take comfort in whatever part is the warmest.
Ark groaned as he enjoyed the unusual sensation of his youngest offspring rolling his head against his loincloth. The damn wolf was almost tempted to start feeding the kid ‘daddy’s milk’ then and there, considering the tyke was so eager. He was already half-hard from a little cub being cute and innocent. A tribe brother rubbed his shoulder, looking at Ark with a half-knowing, half-cheeky smirk on his face.
“Nothing to worry about brother, that’s just a natural wolf reaction.” He said, then shuffled back over to his friends. Ark could hear the faint conversation they were having:
“Gods, are all wolves flaming cubophiles like Ark?” He asked.
“There there, Ed…” Ark gently pulled away the cub from his crotch, not even bothering to hide the considerable bulge he grew behind his musk and piss-stained loincloth.
(“It’s just a wolf thing.”) He said to himself, repeating the man’s advice. It’s natural for a man’s cock to grow erect in the presence of cubs, even subconsciously.
*****
After a hearty meal with his children all fed, there’s still room for more in their bellies. The commotion has since died down, leaving just Ark and his three offspring in the dead of the night, with only the stars above and the warm fire lighting them.
Ark leans himself back upon the rocks as his children gather around him, already prepared for their second meal.
“Is it time for some ‘special meat’, daddy?!” The youngest cub exclaims, clapping his hands excitedly. Ark attempts to put up a fatherly front, but it dissolves into a perverted smirk and a distinct throbbing that pushes his dark-foreskinned cock out from the side of his loincloth from the sound of his excited son, eager to drink his spunk.
“Y-Yes, that’s right…” he whispers, his voice as dark as the night itself.
Tired from the long hunt, Ark whips out his cock from his loincloth subconsciously, stroking it lightly just to ease the tension. This is the best part about being a man - the pleasure to touch your cock whenever you so choose. Seeing his cock thicken and harden in his grip is a joy to watch, simply because he’s got a curious and overly eager audience. Within seconds he’s already fully hard, and he proudly shows off his fat, 9-inch uncut cock in front of his three kids. Though much of the bottom of his shaft is taken up by his fluffy pube bush (and the curly pube hairs grown out on top of it), that only serves to enhance the sight of his manly, big black cock. Foreskin intact and all.
“This is daddy’s meat, little ones,” he explains, moving his hand from his meat so that it throbs freely in front of their awed faces.
Before he could explain more, the oldest cub named Dirk, around 15 years of age, pushed his nose against his father’s hard shaft.
“Dirk, that’s…” Ark breathed out in disbelief.
“That’s your cock, I know, dad.” Dirk replied sarcastically, wrapping his hand around the thick base of his father's hung uncut cock. Dirk winced a little bit as his fingers got stuck and tangled in his father's pubes, not performing as perfectly as he envisioned.
A dark chuckle escaped from Ark.
"Not dealt with pubes before, have you, boy? Ah, but of course you haven't. You're still a fucking whelp." Dirk ignored his father's gloating, and instead turned to face the other two cubs, who were looking on with wonder in their eyes.
“Watch this, my brothers.”
Dirk poked his tongue out, licking his father’s cock gently from the bottom to the top. Though his father’s cock was already quite greasy (that’s a trait of black wolves for you), the shine of his goopy spit only served to lube up the monster before him. A fine trail of spit was left in his wake, and Ark’s cock throbbed harder than before, now that it’s been tongued up by a little kid. He didn’t just stop at the side of the shaft, Dirk went up the hard back and veiny front of his father’s cock as well, making sure every inch of his length and girth was properly serviced; as befitting of a young faggot slave - I mean, his son.
“Ah, holy fuck…” the older wolf moaned, putting his hand to his head, overcome with the intensity of it all. He’s liable to burst in seconds if this keeps up. That's just the overwhelming pedophilic desires for you. But it’s in his duty as a father to teach his sons the wonders of cock and men – to provide for them a ‘demonstrative’ sexual education, most of which Dirk seems to know already.
“Liked that, daddy?” He asked, a certain glint in his eye.
“Y-Yes, oh…” Ark moaned as he felt Dirk’s tongue on his cock again, this time the young teen had gone so far as to wrap his mouth around the shaft of his cock, sucking it lightly like a lollipop. Pools of drool and precum fell from his little lips, and into the bushy pubes of the father, sometimes dribbling down his big furry nuts instead. Dirk popped off his daddy’s cock with a satisfied sigh, his breath in the air as warm as his father’s loins. Ark’s cock is already soaked in kiddie spit. It throbbed freely in the warm air, the slight coldness of the young teenager's spit surprising Ark.
"Whoa…" the other two cubs gasped, watching as their father's 9 inch pure daddy dick pulsed about wildly due to the pleasures of a little boy.
“There’s a saying in our tribe…” Ark groaned out, propping himself up by his elbows so that he could speak to his cock-hungry children.
“That those who drink their father’s spunk are destined to become the man he is.” He continued.
“No, it’s that fathers are meant to give their young their spunk,” Dirk corrected, making Ark blush. He clearly knew the true meaning of the ‘circle of life’ in his tribe, but maybe the big wolf didn’t want to come across as a massive degenerate. (Un)fortunately for him, his 15-year-old son knows everything about cock and where ‘milk’ comes from. Dirk put his small hands on his father’s thighs, making the big perv tense up in anticipation of what’s to come next.
“And I sure as hell want my father’s spunk.” He licked his lips, making Ark gulp.
Tension was heavy in the air as Dirk turned around once again to make sure his little audience was watching.
“Have you got your eyes on the prize, brothers?”
Both of them nodded simultaneously, their eyes focused on their father’s cock and his heavy balls that beg for attention beneath.
“This is called a ‘blowjob’.” He stated.
Dirk then proceeded to confidently deepthroat his father’s cock, but hit a barrier when he was nearly halfway-down on his father's massive thug cock. The boy could only swallow the first 3 inches of his cock, but it was enough for Ark to ascend to a higher plane of existence, feeling a minor's mouth wrap around his big black dick.
"God, you're a fucking beauty," he moaned out, letting himself get controlled by his inner pedo beast.
“But, heh… You forgot to tell them about the gag reflex…” Ark retorted, looking at Dirk with dreamy eyes. The boy shot him a stare back, but moaned once he felt his father’s finger prod against his hole.
“You’re just a stupid little slut, boy. A slave for my ape cock.”
He sure fucking is. Quite surprisingly, when compared to other black wolves, Ark can actually talk while he's fucking - but that won't last for long. Most men dissolve into moans and groans once they're having sex with cubs, be them black or white.
Ark thrusted his hips high into the air, his balls smacking against Dirk’s chin with a loud cracking sound. The boy winced at the pain, whereas the two sons watching looked unflinchingly.
“Stupid cocksucker.” Ark talked again, his growls becoming deeper, his fangs starting to show. “Take my nigger dick."
He put his hand on Dirk’s head and forced him down on his cock, uncaring to his sputters and cries.
“See, this is why you should never think yourself above me.” Ark said, getting a kick out of showing his 15-year-old son who’s boss. Stupid rebellious teenagers. He could feel his balls start to tense as he felt his son’s little mouth force itself further down his ridiculously-thick gangsta cock. Dirk’s cheeks were completely stuffed. Tears were rolling down his face. But he wanted this. He asked for this. He needed his daddy's dark dick stuffed in his mouth.
The other brothers watched helplessly. The second oldest brother, Quinten, not wanting Dirk to please his father alone, encouraged Ed, the youngest offspring of them all, to worship his father with him.
“Come on, Ed, let’s do it!” He pulled on the cub’s sleeve, whose eyes were welling up at the sight of Dirk getting a facefucking to last a lifetime. Dirk’s eyes were also swelling with tears, and it looked like he could barely breathe, now that his nose is buried inches deep into his father’s fluffy pube bush. But, beneath those layered pubes, Ed could spot the slightest hint of a grin on Dirk’s face. Then his eyes met his, as if to say: “I believe in you, brother.”
At Quinten’s behest, Ed fell to his knees. Before him is a beast of unparalleled masculinity. A black cock which is the largest in the tribe. As far as he knows, Ark is the manliest man in the tribe. Not because he’s got hair on his chest. Not because he stinks like a bitch every time he comes back from hunting. But because he pumps loads into his kids every day, without fail, all while sounding like the fucking ape is, grunting nothing but incoherent gibberish, as nigger wolves are known for. You see, Ark is of a completely different race. He is not light furred, grey furred, or any other shade but pure black. To put it simply, it's a miracle his kids can even see him in this dark night. But, by the light of the fireplace, and the power of their senses, those cubs would be able to easily discern where the nearest superior cock is - right in front of them. Sure, Ark may get a few racist remarks here and there from the whities in the tribe who don't feel good about themselves, but as soon as he pulls his loincloth aside and reveals to those naysayers his thick, greasy cock that rapidly hardens in his hand, the answer is clear. Blacks are better.
“Who’s next…?” Ark growled out, then grunted with satisfaction once he felt Quinten’s nose nestle into his overgrown bushy pit fur. Quinten immediately grimaced once the full force of his father’s musk hit him (clearly he’s in deep waters and he hadn’t anticipated such a rank musk), but Ark was pleased that his second son had finally risen to the challenge at last.
“So, you’re fulfilling the purpose that cubs are made for,” Ark said to Quinten, his big hand dwarfing the boy’s small head as he firmly held the boy into his open pit, not caring whether he could speak or breathe from being under daddy’s pit. As long as he feels the cold touch of cub spit against his unshaven, overgrown pit hairs, that’s all Ark cares about.
Make no mistake, the wolf bathes.
But a simple bath does naught to deter his natural stink as a wolf.
After all, Ark is a man who provides for his family. He provides food, shelter, warmth, drink… and cum.
Meanwhile, Ed by the side of his choking older brother, and he didn’t know what to do. Dirk was choking, until Ark finally relaxed his grip on his head and he could gracefully slide his saliva-soaked lips back against the cock that made him, popping up with an exasperated sigh and with colour filling back to his cheeks. God, that black cock is a fucking beast. It flings back up straight without looking like it hadn't even softened at all. In fact, with every passing second, it only seemed like Ark's engorged nigger dick was getting fatter and bigger thanks to the worship of his children. It was only a few seconds later, when he regained some semblance of consciousness, that he noticed his youngest brother, Ed, sat next to him, twiddling his thumbs.
“Ed… aaah…” Quinten tried to give the youngest cub direction from the disadvantageous position of being stuffed in daddy’s pit, but he was, of course, muffled out by the inexhaustible power of his father’s hand.
“Pot meet kettle,” Ark chuckled, then turned to face his two sons, wondering what the fuck they think they’re doing, using their father’s time like this without their lips and tongues servicing his nether regions. His face contorted into rage as he commanded Dirk to get back on his cock again, eager to feel those young teenage lips around his perverted, yet handsomely thick cock.
“Sorry bud, got to get back to work,” Dirk winked at Ed, but not before patting the boy on the bum, as if to say: “Come here and worship him with me, two can play at this game.”
When Ed kneeled over his father’s crotch, his head by the side of his brother’s (who was busy deepthroating his father’s dick with a mean look on his face, and it’s a look of passion at that), Ark’s eyes filled with love. Not one, not two, but all three of his sons are now ready to service him! What a wondrous life he leads! Full of exercise during the day, and exercise during the night. The only difference is, while he’s busy impaling innocent deers and livestock on his spear every day, he’s also busy impaling just-as-innocent cubs on his cock every night! Oh, what a wonderful family they will turn out to be!
Ark’s face darkened, his fangs baring as he considered the evil, yet oh-so-beautiful things he would do to his sons.
“...And all of these fleshlights, those that we dare to call ‘cubs’, belong to me!”
Ed couldn’t bear to see his brothers suffer so. With Dirk’s fate all but sealed on the cock that made him, and Quinten somehow miraculously surviving a pit-suffocation, Ed felt compelled to do something. Courage swelled in his chest, as he lurched forward… to tongue his father’s fat fucking hairy nuts, swinging about with sweat beads flinging in his face. Despite the intensity and intimidating nature of it all, Ed quite honestly had balls of steel himself to be at the fray, below his choking, worn-out older brother, his little tongue racing around those furry balls like his life depended on it. From how hard Ark is going on these kids, it’d be safe to assume that it does.
“Oh, fuck yeah boy, keep licking at them!” Ark said, his eyes closed shut from the pleasure of it all. His two kids are really raking in their father’s love right now.
Ark was surprised when Quinten came out of his pit, his face flushed, moist and covered in leftover pit hairs, to lock lips with him. But he would welcome this love all the same: love between fellow men is to be cherished and respected, not least of all a love between a father and his son. Though he is a middle child, Quinten has the best qualities of the two brothers. He is young enough so that his lips are still erotically soft and supple to his father, and he’s old enough to gain some cake. All the better for his daddy to grope against as he makes out with his 13-year-old son, his cock harder than ever inside an older, yet still underage teenager slash cocksleeve.
“Fuck, this is great!” He moaned, breathing heavily in Quinten’s face. Kid sex sure is the fucking best for daddy wolves such as him. He can’t imagine an existence more peak than this. His cock is inside a kid. He’s making out with a kid. And an even younger kid, no, a fucking child is lapping at his balls like it’s some sort of fucking ritual!
It sure as hell is. Every wolf deserves to be worshipped like this. Every man with a thick dick swinging between their legs, who so much as walk a step without their legs being pestered by cum-hungry little ones at all times, deserve to be pleasured in any way they see fit. That is the privilege of man. The privilege and inherent culture of a proud, productive wolf tribe.
Ark felt his balls tensing up, and the feeling of Ed’s tiny little tongue darting around his humongous fist-sized balls certainly didn’t help matters. Nor did the feeling of having a small hand nestled into his hairy, ripped chest, hearing a young boyish voice breathe in his ear, saying these exact words: “Daddy… I love you.”
So the middle child says. But the only thing that Ark can muster in response, is…
“I fucking love CHILDREN!!!”
Not just his kids. But children in general.
Ark balled his fists as he wildly thrust his hips upwards, uncaring to the cub-no, fleshlight he’s got speared on his cock. Dirk just gagged loudly. But he still stayed on that thing, attached to it like a moth to a flame. And then the floodgates came.
Ark, howling loudly (but sounding very much like a scream of pleasure as it echoed through the trees), pumped litres of black spunk down Dirk’s throat, and he’d be damned if the boy can swallow every drop of it. Though his vision was hazy, his eyes were still awake, just like the rest of his body. In fact, he had never felt so alive. The cubs, though, were already tired. Dirk was reaching his limit, and I don’t just mean metaphorically at that. Ed had to stand on his knees to properly tongue at his father’s balls, but instead of settling with just the licking and lips, the kid straight up pulled his father’s big balls down, as if to milk the beast of every drop of spunk. Of course they will, because he is a black god, he is meant to be worshipped in this way. Dude's already got his kids hooked on his BBC. ♠️ Now that takes special parenting.
Dirk looked at Ed with fire in his eyes, though he knew the moment he pursed his lips around his father’s cock, his fate was sealed. Ed, just becoming aware of his purpose, followed along with his brother with nary a flinch. After all, it is his duty to serve men. It would not do well to leave men with extra spunk in their balls, now, would it?
“Holy fucking shit!” Ark screamed out, in disbelief of both what his cock, and his cubs, were capable of.
“Dirk, you’ve done enough!” He shouted, giving the oldest permission to wean off his cock. Dirk did so, but only after a couple more, noticeable deep gulps. Breathing heavily of the air that he was so deprived of, Dirk flew back to the floor on his hands and knees, leaving Ark’s fire hose of a cock to shoot its pure white cum (hailing from a pure black cock, no less) into the sky… but mostly arcing down, and landing, on Ed’s innocent, awed face. The kid took it all to the face. An 8-year-old cub covered in his father’s spunk. That very sight made Ark’s cock twitch out a few more desperate ropes of cum, trailing down his shaft into his matted pubes, now mixed with boy spit and man jizz. Now Ark’s ass was back on the floor, sweating like a bitch. His chest heaved with exhaustion, his face was the picture of relief, but the man did not stop sweating. All the better for Quinten to lap up, who, like any good middle child, was made to clean. Ed was busy slurping the spunk off his face so he could see properly (and, plus he’s only 8 years old, so give the kid a break). Dirk was, by all accounts, out of the action and probably unconscious for the next 24 hours, leaving just Quinten lapping at the extras.
Ark paid him no mind. At this point, the feeling of cubs worshipping him is something he would get very used to, even if he wants it or not. Because, now, the boys have developed a taste for spunk. Not that it wasn’t there in the first place, mind you, it’s just that, now that they’ve had the pleasure of experiencing hardcore sex with their father, they won’t be able to take their hands off him.
But, still, Ark's fat nigger dick would not go down. Still he sat there, breathing heavily in the grass, his ass sweating like a bitch. Ed noticed this, and placed his elbow against his daddy's thigh so he could properly stroke his cute little hand up and down that fat, monstrous length. It was all sloppy with cum, spit and natural grease, but that didn’t matter. The boy looked so happy. Ark, meanwhile, was shocked that his children would do anything to service him, though seeing a cum-splattered and haggard Dirk on the floor, as well as an unconscious Quinten curled up next to him (he was near-suffocated by his father's musk), confirmed to him that it's the little rascals which are the most eager in the end. Ark, overcome with a profound new emotion, very much what could be described as a twisted form of love and lust, couldn't even see his kid's face behind his humongous cock. But, when he felt those tender hands grasp at his warm, big nuts, Ark tensed up.
"Daddy, you're so hairy down here…" Ed whispered out, making Ark shiver with lust as he felt his kid's hands fondle his heavy, hair-covered furry nuts. No doubt Ed was questioning about why his father's beautiful thug cock had to have such an inviting pube bush around it. Ed snaked his little tongue up the underside of his father's hard, rigid shaft, the little hairs of the nigger wolf's pubes tickling against his cheeks when he reached the midsection of Ark's cock. Fuck that, it's a third leg. It's a weapon which Ark loves to beat off all day and every day to the thought of cubs. And now that he's got his children worshipping him like the pedophile god he is, Ark just can't stop throbbing. He needs to cum more. He needs to bury his superior black spunk into his youngest one - the one who has not even reached double digits.
Ed continued licking up at his father's cock until he, at last, reached the tip of his father's bulbous head, the two making eye contact at long last. Ed smiled with love at his father, and so did Ark. The two maintained eye contact even as Ed swirled his little tongue in his daddy's foreskin, getting as much cum out of his swollen, musky foreskin as he can. When he finished, Ed licked his lips of his father's spunk, pulling his tiny lips away from his daddy's massive BBC with thick globs of cub spit breaking apart.
And then the thug musk started to enter his system - the distinct, pungent smell of a black wolf that only his father smells like.
But, then, something happened within Ark, like a deep, masculine switch was just pushed inside his body and, without warning, and with much wobbling from his legs and growling in his throat, he exploded plentiful amounts of ropey spunk all over his 8 year old son's face. Ed still continued to stroke his father's dick as he was cumming like a fountain, directing most of the more dribbliy ropes of cum to his flat, muscled stomach, with some ropes of spunk even matting down the hair on his chest as he got milked by his kid like a fucking machine. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. Ed repeated these motions of his arms even if he felt fatigued - for his father's load seemed endless, and the black wolf has degenerated into primal grunts and groans like the ape he is.
His pedo urges are so strong that he can't even wait to stuff his load inside his cub before he cums all over himself. But even that felt so bestial; giving into his instincts.
A genuine smile crossed Ark's face as his mind was slowly lifted from the depths of depravity.
"Good job kids," he said, then propped himself up by his elbows again, only to realise all of them were out cold. Ed was resting his head against his father's balls, making himself comfortable between his father's legs. He seemed to have let the exhaustion get to him in the midst of his father's orgasm. Ark sat back and closed his eyes, letting the cum dry up in his fur, the whispers of the wind and the tender sounds of nature filling his ears. He is truly proud to be a wolf. There is no life better than this.",
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