The light of the full moon spreads its wonder over the forest. The quiet of the night is interrupted by the primal and dangerous sounds of two predators. Their growls and their huffing breaths keep all prey away for miles, but that is just fine with them. They aren't here to eat. They are here to satisfy another type of hunger.
If an ambitious viewer wanted to see what was happening, they could part through the foliage and find an enrapturing sight indeed. In a small clearing, lit by the moon, are two wolf-folk. Their furred bodies press against each other. One belly is down in the dirt, and the other riding on top of her. The male, a robust and young thing just hitting the age of adulthood, stares down to the back of the female's head, his teeth gritting hard, and his eyes burning with desire and frustration. The female, meanwhile, lets out the louder sounds, groaning growls, desperate howl, and whimpering.
He had been going at her for a while now. Lots of wolf-folk know that they are to expect the males to go for so long, but it had been hours, and yet, he didn't release. Her breasts had become quite sore already, and her sex, once dripping and wanting more, was getting tired. However, her mind had disappeared into the fog of total submission.
Just as the next hour begins to roll around, he lets out another gasp himself, gripping harder against her shoulders, letting his claws sink into her. His impressive cock, buried deep inside her sex already, swells, knotting her, keeping her from escaping, even though she would never think to do so.
The bitch writhed, her toes digging into the dirt, her hands grasping for any place grass or root to keep herself from slipping, but it was no use. She, like all the others, was raised to take on the most insatiable of wolfmen, but this one was something else entirely. When he swells up in her, he stretches out her sex, giving her a sensation of total helplessness the entire time.
Even with all of the rutting, he isn't satisfied. He wraps his arms around the female's fuzzy body and brings her up against his chest. He squeezes at her tits, his hands moving up and down along her body to play with each set. Still, the whole time, he uses his strength to thrust up into her, letting gravity shove her down further along into his cock. Before long, she's a mess with her eyes rolling back. Her tongue rolls out, and a loud and lewd howl fills up the entire night sky, sending the last of the birds and bats flying off while she spills over in orgasm.
But he isn't done himself quite yet and wraps her up in his firm grip when he feels his own climax arrive. He practically roars out when the cum takes over him, his dick flaring with that burst of energy, and he rockets out jets of cum up into her womb.
At first, it is a fantastic experience like no other for her, but soon, as the waves of cum keep shooting and shooting out of him, she starts to yelp and moan. Her stomach bulges from not being able to hold all of it in. It doesn't matter that his knot is buried inside her, plugging her up. The pressure of all that jizz filling her up just causes the two to shoot apart from each other.
The wolfwoman flies off of him, landing on the ground in an undignified heap, groaning as sperm oozed out of her womanhood. He sits back. Meanwhile, more of his stuff shooting out into the air, coming out of his spasming dick, possessed by the need to breed. He pants, his tongue rolled out, but otherwise finally satisfied with his ridiculous eruption.
It takes a few moments for him to recover, but when he does, he stands up and looks down at the whimpering pile beneath him.
He grumbles at the sight of the female beneath him. Like the unmated bitches of his tribe, she had once been confident that she could bear his children, but now, she just lays there, curled up, groaning, unable to hold in all of his seed.
"Better luck next time, eh?" Comes a voice from behind him. He looks over his shoulder to see one of his packmates, a smaller male wolf. "Sorry, it didn't turn out good for ya. She's not going to be having any pups like that. I've seen it too many times. You broke her."
The breeder sigs, bringing his paw up to his face and rubbing his eyes. "This is the third one this month," he growls. "How am I supposed to fulfill my duty if none of the females can keep up with me?"
"What can I say?" his buddy says, "you're a freak." He hops up and walks past him, patting his shoulder. "I'll take this one back to the shaman. Who knows? Maybe she'll pull through and get you pups, but I reaaaally doubt it." He leans over and pulls the wolfwoman up, who stares around with no regard as to where she is. "W... where am I?"
"You got the sense fucked out of you by the best stud in the pack," the smaller male says. "Lucky girl."
She sighs, leaning against his shoulder as he walks off with her.
The breeder is left by himself in the moonlight, collapsing onto a rock and kicking at the dirt. "I don't want to fuck girls into a stupor..." he says. "I just... want a mate who can match me when I turn into that fucking beast. Is there even a wolf capable of holding her own with me?"

Spiders, thousands of newly-hatched, skittering spiders flee frantically from the deepest recesses of the forest, eager to make their way in the world as the apex predators of arachnid kind. All rational creatures know to stay very far away from the spider's lair, but desperation makes them come here anyway. Among the newcomers is a spider-folk himself. The thin and untoned man, if one could call him that, hunched over, his forelegs wrapped around his chest. He is no different than the others who came here for the same reason, and he has no delusions of a safe and happy ending. But his whole life has come to this moment.
He creeps along the forest floor, keeping his many eyes open for any glimmer of silk, for he doesn't want to get trapped before he reaches his goal.
It isn't long before he finds it. Laying upon the ground, the female's bulbous backside quivering in need even as she sleeps soundly, snoring loudly, the brood mother of the forest rests.
The young stud gulps, approaching her gently, his arms quivering as he reaches for a single touch of that ass, knowing that he would have to be quick if he were to survive. He licks his lips, letting out ragged breaths. Between his legs, his meager length pulsates with need, but he climbs up her like he was on the precipice of a steep cliff. He bites his lips, his heart beating through his chest, sweat beading up on his forehead as he lines himself up. He's about to do it. He's about to have the brood mother and to be the father of another set of skittering spiders. The excitement of this primal need overrides any survival mechanism. This is why he has lived for so long. This is the culmination of all of his life. His only purpose, his reason to exist.
He pushes himself into her, hardly getting inside the needy, thirsty hole. Though, for him, it is enough. The male thrusts into her. He lets out weak little grunts of the manling he is, his cries more like the whines of a hungry cat than a man, each of them barely perceptible, even to the woman who lays there, dreaming of her next clutch of eggs.
He thrusts more into her, his forelegs reaching down, but his smaller form unable to hold onto her because he is so tiny compared to her immense size. It takes all of his willpower just to hold onto her bulbous butt, but he keeps it up. That is, of course, until he nears his completion.
His mind clouded by the need to cum, he doesn't notice when she shifts in her sleep. The poor spider scrambles, scratching at her back as he clambers for any sort of hold. It is too late, he falls onto his back, shooting his load up into the air, and spilling it over his body in a pathetic, pearly mess.
The pathetic whine of orgasm reaches the brood mother's ears, and she snorts and shakes her head. Lifting her body up and yawning, she shows off her actual towering size against the backdrop of the tiny male. She turns around, sleepily smacking her lips, but stopping once she sees him lying there, legs splayed, body on pathetic display.
She frowns when she sees him, giant legs stomping by his head, keeping him underneath of her. From this angle, he can see her large and multiple heaving breasts quivering with a need he had not anticipated. Her wide grin flashes toothy and domineering as she looms over him. "What's this?" She coos, "another little spiderling who thinks that he's a man? You got yourself all tuckered out trying to fuck me, and I didn't feel a thing."
He whimpers underneath her, but he holds his legs out and open, his dick hard again, coated in his lubricating cum. Part of him wishes he could run, but more of him knows this is where he's meant to be for the rest of his life.
She lowers herself upon him, practically smothering him between her multiple warm breasts. She crashes her abdomen against him, her sex taking in his shaft once more. She closes her eyes, huffing and rocking her hips, slamming over and over onto him in primal rutting grunts. "Uh, uh, you call that... a... a cock!?" she teases. "I've birthed babies with bigger dicks than you! You think you can make me pregnant with this repugnant thing?"
He groans, rocking his hips up against her, the humiliation actually spurring him on to copulate with her.
"Ooh, if only my husband could see me now," she groans, rolling her eyes back. "He was a real stud, a spider who'd tie me down and fuck my lights out. Mmmm. And his cock was so fucking, big. What are you, a child? No. There just aren't any more spiders that can satisfy me. And I've tried other races, too, oh yes!" she groans, taking her legs and tilting his head over. He can peer off from under her chest to see skeletons tied up in her webs--adventurers and monsters of all races, long gone and fucked dry. That, too, will be his fate, and he continues to fuck her.
Each crash into his body pains him, but he loves it, groaning out and wanting more until finally, he goes all the way inside her, shooting up into her womb with one last whimpering groan.
She slows down her humping, only to pull up and look down between his legs, where his dick goes limp, his jizz spilling out of her with too much speed. "Fucking hell..." she snarls. "Another weak little man who can't breed me," she says.
He pants, shaking his head, about to say something, but she shrugs. "Ah, no matter," she says. "I can feed my other pangs of hunger, so it isn't a problem."
His eyes widen, and he looks up at her. Her mouth widens, saliva dripping down from sharp teeth as she loom  over him, giving him a very predatory and fitting sight before he faints.

After that disappointing display of mating, the spider leaves the washed-up form of the spider boy and makes her way away from her lair to other parts of the forest. Perhaps, there are more and better males in different hunting grounds. Possibly, these males can satisfy her kink for strong and virile men with the commanding presence and size of a female like herself.It is through this pilgrimage that she eventually sniffs something in the air--a musk the likes of which she had never encountered before. Still, it is also accompanied by the stink of a wolf. Nuisances at best, these pack hunters often scared away the best food in the forest, so her kind usually kept as far away as they could. Curiosity fills her. So, she climbs up a tree and observes from the canopy.
The scent is nearby, but it uses this area a lot. If she were to make a web, she should easily be able to catch it. So, humming to herself, she spins a nearly invisible trap for the next prey to make its way through. Perhaps, it will be a tasty morsel to fill her up after unsuccessful breeding. Probably, instead, it will be a new potential mate, one that could actually fit her criteria.
What she finds, though, is a deer, running from something in the forest. Her fangs salivate at the sight of the doe and her plump body. She lowers herself down, ready to snatch up the creature once it runs into her web.
The doe runs right up towards where the net is, only for a howl to break through the forest. Her ears perk up, and she spins around, running in the opposite direction.
"No!" The spider hisses, her meal denied. But, she doesn't give chase, as the sound of foliage breaking tells her something else is on the way.
Of course, a wolf. Always ruining her plans. He bounds through the foliage and makes a straight line towards the doe, only to collide right into the web. His girth and his leg strength are much too much for the webbing, and he collapses through it, sticky things tugging at his fur as he tumbles on the ground.
He snarls and snaps and bites, trying to pull the strands off of him, and he will get it soon, if it isn't for the giant arachnid that hops from the tree, pinning him down.
"Look at this tasty morsel!" she chitters, legs working on weaving a deadly web around his body. "You'll be perfect for me to sate my hunger after you got rid of that lovely treat!"
"That was mine!" he snaps back, teeth almost hitting her face. She pulls back, taking a deep breath to chuckle, but pauses, stopping her spinning.
He takes this opportunity to push up from under her. He shoves against her soft underbody, pressing arm and shoulder against her breasts, and toppling her over onto her back. He then moves to pounce, but stops himself, staring wide-eyed at the sight before him.
Her quivering supple form lays underneath of him, and she blushes under her compound eyes, her mouth agape as she gazed over his masculine body. "That... you're..." she breathes.
But he doesn't let her finish. Instead, he crawls on top of her, grabbing a couple of her legs and pinning them down. His canine cock swells already, shaking his head. "Stupid spider," he growls. "I can't think straight!" He presses that shaft against slippery sex.
The spider shakes her head, breathing quickly. "Ah... wh... what is this feeling? No!" She snaps at him, biting at his neck. "I will not be humiliated by a fluffy lupine youngling!"
"I am a man, you hag!" he barks back, rubbing the cock along her folds to tease her further. "Do you need more proof?"
She pulls her mouth back, legs wrapping around him, pushing at his back and his butt "Yes!" she calls out.
The urging is enough to press him forward, to have his rocket slide into her snatch. Her body quivers underneath of him, and she lets out a little chittering groan. "N... no man could... can ever satisfy me!"
"I'm not doing this for you!" he grunts, tilting his head back and beginning to pound into her.
Breasts jiggle, and bodies shift on the ground from the sheer force of his thrusts into her. Insults melt away into incoherent groans from the pace that he sets. He is unlike any male she has faced before. He is in control, and he takes what he wants when he wants it.
She is not like any female he met before. She isn't immediately screaming from having an enormous cock stretch out her insides. In fact, he had never felt such an easy slide in and out before.
So, instead of fighting to the death, the two rut there. Their legs wrap around in a hug more than a clutch, and hands pull in a large round body up against a furry, muscled one, squishing breasts and balls to warm, thrusting bodies. At the same time, their prey runs off to live a happy and productive life.
The wolf finds the pressure building up inside of him. He thinks of the wolves he has ruined with his seed and pulls back. He isn't going to destroy this creature's chance of breeding with her own kind, after all.
She closes her legs around him, shoving him forward. In his ear, she moans, "fill me!" And he cannot help but comply.
He howls once more, shooting deep into her womb. He fears the idea of making her burst, of shooting his cock out from all the pressure. Still, while tons and tons of cum fill into her, she does not scream in pain. She moans in pleasure, legs rubbing over her stomach, feeling the inflation of usable sperm going into her tank.
It is when he sees this that he wonders to himself if this, right here, is what love feels like?

The Wolf would not be satisfied with a straightforward fuck session. He was far, far too virile for that. Not to mention the sexy broodmother that lay quivering beneath him. She wasn't broken. She wasn't incoherent. It was so damn hot to think there was a female that he unloaded inside of, and she wasn't completely shattered.

The Broodmother, too, was excited and not entirely satisfied by their mating. She had never known a mate that didn't just collapse from exhaustion after having a go at her. Not only that, but he had held her down and taken her. He had fucked her at his own pace and with his own desires in mind. She had tried to resist him and found his strength either a match or entirely superior to her own. She was just as aroused as he from the thought.

"So, is that going to be it then?" She said, her chitinous legs clicking against the ground as he knelt over her body. Her spinner twinges with the instinct to web him and wrap him up for later use. If he gave in here, she would do just that. She smiled knowingly at him, "One little fuck and the pup is all tired out?"

 Much to her joy, he didn't. He slammed a clawed paw down on her throat, and his eyes blazed as he pressed his throbbing erection up against her body. He scooted up and shoved it against her massive broodmother tits. His fangs bared, and he growled deeply, chest rumbling with the volume of it. "Stop your cutting words. You are my prey. You are MINE. You should learn to keep your fucking mouth shut. Just because you did not pass out like all the other weaklings I have fucked does not make you my equal."

"Then prove it." She thrashed beneath him. Her many legs shoved against the ground and unbalanced him. He toppled over, and she leaped on him. With the weight of her abdomen and body, she pinned him down. Her wet, drooling pussy shoved down on his face, and she bent over his cock. It jerked powerfully when she wrapped her cold, armored fingers around it. She squeezed the cherry red shaft and put her fanged mouth around it. With skilled movements, she sucked down it and stroked the thick, knotted base.

Beneath her, the Wolf thrashed and fought. His snout shoved into her slit, and she moaned happily. He wrapped his arms around her abdomen and dug his long tongue deep into her moist folds. She gasped and started working his dick with both hands.

 Just as her mouth closed around his cock again, she felt his thighs tense. Powerful muscles clenched up and exploded upward with force. The pleasure of his mouth on her cunt robbed her of her strength and reaction speed. He almost effortlessly flipped her onto her back and rammed his cock all the way down her throat. On top of her, he choked her with his immensely powerful cock. He then pulled his dripping muzzle away from her slit.

"Are you so fuck drunk you can't understand me?" The Wolf snarled, ramming his cock down her throat with wet, slurping gurgles.

Her mouth felt phenomenal, and it was an incredible feeling of power and domination to be throat-fucking her. However, she would long expire from lack of air if the wolf tried to keep going until he came. So he gave her one more hard thrust and pulled his dick back. He pounced before she could get her breath back and fight. He pinned a couple of her legs down with his knees and positioned his cock right above her drooling cunt. With a single thrust, he plunged hard into her beautiful depths.

 "That's it, you beta bitch. Lay there, and fucking take it. Give yourself to me and accept your place." He roared as he pounded her cunt. She raised her shoulders and started to move. He immediately grabbed her arms and pinned them beside her head. Her many dark eyes glittered as she looked up at him. His hips never stopped moving as he leaned down and bit down on her throat to keep her still.

She stiffened under the threat of his powerful jaws. Her pussy tightened more than ever before as her life was held in his judgment. Her heart fluttered with delight, and she breathed, "Finally... A mate with real strength. One who understands that sex is no more than another fight for life."

He growled and tightened his jaws. His fangs scraped on the small plates of chitin on the spider's neck. His dick hadn't stopped moving the entire time, and the throbbing tip of it was pounding her womb into complete submission. She was on the verge of cumming yet again. It was being ever-heightened by his forceful control of her body.

 She ignored the threats of his jaws and spoke again, "Take me already. Stop fucking me like a pathetic little whelp and pound my womb."

The words struck home, and he snapped his head back. His eyes were blazing with lust and fury. He thrust her arms away from him and grabbed her middle. His grip was powerful and unyielding. He held her with the weight of a mountain, and his dick started slamming into her hard enough to make stars pop in her vision. It was more than enough to bring her to orgasm, and she writhed as she screamed.

"Good little bitch! Feel it!" He bellowed, slamming hard into her again.

Her convulsing pussy suddenly tightened as his knot thickened inside her. He held her down and shuddered as they were bound together. A veritable flood of semen impacted her already-full womb. It packed in tightly and found nowhere to go. Her belly stretched, and her body was brought down to a whimpering pile of ecstasy and bliss. She rubbed lovingly as her growing body, her sides stretching under the magnificently massive load.

"I've never had a bitch that can take it all so well." He growled, grinding his hips with his knot locked tightly in her womb. His cock didn't stop pumping until she looked well beyond a healthy pregnancy. Yet that spark of life and excitement never left her eyes.

Much to his surprise, she surged up and encircled his neck with her arms. She pulled him down onto her stretched belly and kissed him passionately. Her touches were not those of denial and resistance but of deep, abiding adoration.

"Never... in all my life..." She murmured, caressing his muzzle, "You do realize I will never let you leave my web, yes?"

He immediately felt furious at her trying to command him. Still, the fantastic lightness to his balls and the complete satiation of his need to mate cooled the emotions a bit. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly, focusing on the delight of his knot being so tightly tied inside a well-bred bitch. He nodded, "I've never had a female like you before. I have not the desire to find another. I've been through so many and have never found one that could... remain conscious."

 The Broodmother grinned a devious grin, and her eyes blazed, "Remain conscious? I fight for mates that can remain alive! All so weak before, and now here I am... at your mercy."

"Yes, you are." He growled, his dick twitching inside the bulging lake of semen it was stuck in.

She pulled him in for another kiss, and the forest slowly quieted around them. For the first time in the lives of Wolf and Broodmother, they fell asleep with all their desires and wants fulfilled.

*******

Silence reigned over the forest. After the sounds that had permeated it the day before and the ferocity that shook the leaves from the trees, what creatures remained nearby were still and quiet. It was something that had never occurred before. Through the light of day and into the darkness of the next evening, silence reigned until the moon's light came into the sky. Then a soft chanting broke it all.

Deep in the darkest corner of the woods, thirteen women stood in a circle around a moonlight flame. The gigantic stump of an ancient tree held the flickering silver tongues as they swayed and rose. The chanting came from the voices of the women, all in eerie unison.

 These women were in all different stages of life. Most were wrinkled crones with wispy hair and knobbly knuckles, but a couple were middle-aged, and one was as young as a newly fertile teen. All of them were wrapped in the same attire: thin brown robes adorned with silvery runes stitched around the edges and seams. The witches of the wood they were known as among the many races that inhabited the forest.

"The flames show us the truth of what has happened." The eldest witch said, raising her hands over the forest. A bangle of jewels on her wrist clattered, and power flowed from her to touch the silvery flames.

Color blossomed in the center of the fire and spread outward, producing an image in the feathery tendrils. Laying amid a torn gossamer mess was the sweat-shone, ebony body of a gorgeous spider broodmother. The spider's legs were splayed, and the broodmother's chest was heaving with exertion. Laying across the spider's form was the muscular, powerful body of a young alpha wolf. His luxurious fur was stuck up, and his dick was laying flaccid across the broodmother's body, cum still drooling from it. His seed was all over her. It soaked into the soil beneath them, and clearly still leaked out of her engorged slit.

 "The balance of the forest has been shifted." The eldest witch said, her voice growling with discomfort.

The chanting slowed, and the flames froze suddenly. A still image of the two entwined, lustful bodies was visible to the entire circle.

"What shall we do, elder?" Another witch asked, looking from the flames to the eldest.

"If this is a union of a malicious nature, we cannot allow it to proceed. The wolf packs or the spider families cannot be allowed to gain the power of the other with power or hatred in mind." The eldest witch said with cold pragmatism in her voice.

"And if it is not malicious?" A younger witch asked, her face softly flushed from the image before her.

The eldest witch waved a hand, and the moonlight flame disappeared like a soft breeze blew it away. She snapped her fingers, and a pale pink fire appeared in the center of the stump. Immediately, a flicker of desire and lust came over each of them and passed slowly. She pointed to it, "If it is not malicious, but a mating born of love and desire, then it will be allowed. An ancient ritual not used in many seasons: The Fucking Fire. It will purify and anoint those who hold true passion within them but will utterly destroy them if they should harbor selfish desires for the other."

 "Really...?" The young witch breathed heavily, blinking in surprise at the small lust flame.

"Yes. Now we must go prepare the ritual grounds. All of you gather your ritual belongings. The Fucking Fire will not be simple." The eldest witch broke the circle, and the grove around the ancient stump dimmed.

The witches split up and went about gathering ritual ingredients as instructed by a few of the elder witches. They came together in a single file line, led by the eldest among them, and walked through the woods to the long, low valley deep in the woods.

The Eldest witch directed them into setting up ritual totems around the vast stone pit in the middle of the valley floor. They took silver blades and etched emblems into the stone and lit small flames beneath each totem.

"Come together, sisters. Gather here with me." The Eldest witch said from the edge of the stone. She held out her hands and joined with the others, "We will call them. The wolves and the spiders alike. All tribes must gather here in this valley to witness what has happened and what must happen."

 The other witches nodded in agreement and began to chant their low spell. The flame beneath the totems flickered as the wind shifted around them. A soft beacon of light appeared in the middle of the circle, floating above the stone pit. It began to rise into the air and high up in the sky. It reached the cloud level and snapped into a bright flare that streaked across the sky.

In minutes, the first spiders began to trail out of the woods. A few wolves soon came after them. The call of the witches of the wood was irresistible and all-encompassing. All tribes observed their power and accepted their law, for it was the fairest that the forest knew. The witches maintained balance better than any war. So they all knew better than to start a fight when they had been called.

Before the moon had even wholly risen, the tribes had gathered, and the witches stood at each ritual totem, staring outward at the gathered spiders and wolves. The eldest called to them, "Would the wolf and spider who shared a time of mating come forward?"

 Those words set off a cacophony of rage and confusion through the masses. Wordless shouting and fury came as all of the crowds surged forward. The witches raised their hands in unison, and there was a flare of silver moonlight around them in a blinding wall. It disappeared as quickly as it came, and the gathered tribes were stunned into silence.

Before they could speak again, a gorgeous broodmother and a tall, powerful wolfman stepped out of the masses. They walked forward to the eldest witch, and she addressed them, "You two are accused of breaking the balance of the wood. You will be put to trial, and it will be seen if your bond will be allowed. Sisters, begin the ritual..."

The forest is alive with chanting, howling, and chittering. An unprecedented union has the entire ecosystem turned upon its head. A wolf stud and a spider breeder have entwined in union, and no one is happy about it. The two on trial gaze upwards from the ritual pit, where pitch and wood line the surface. His paw holds her leg, squeezing it as he declares his intentions to the elders.
Witches from the forest loom over the pit. Behind them, the wolves and the spiders watch, eyeing each other between moments of ritual observation.
The oldest of the crones raises her withered hand, and through her gummy mouth, proclaims, "You are to enter into the trial of fucking fire. Long have we hags used the flames to test our lovers' desires for us. Those who were repulsed by us and sought us only for power were consumed by the flames. But those who truly loved us were spared, spurred on by the flames of passion. Tonight, you two shall prove your love for one another, or burn and be a forgotten blight on the history of your tribes."
The wolf nods and the spider chitters, each raising arms into the air in a show of solidarity.
With that, the witches chant their last incantations, flames erupting from beneath them, traveling down into the pit in arcane marks that burst into explosive flame.
The two turn towards one another. The spider lays upon her back, her breasts and her sex on display for everyone. The wolf lines himself up, falling upon her, their bodies pressing together as fire engulfs them.
As the smoke rises up into the starlit sky, the watchers all hold their breath. The roaring flames and choking smoke keep them from seeing or hearing anything, but soon, those initial bursts die down, and the sight, the sound, and the smell wafts up with the embers.
The spider gasps with each thrust going into her. The wolf grunts with each shove of his cock. Their bodies rock on the burning ground, knocking coals and sparking more flames with their dance.
The witches frown, looking at each other. One of the wolves leans in and asks. "What's the matter, crone?"
"They should have finished by the time the flames wane," the witch replies. "No one, not even the most passionate of lovers, should be able to last that long! The fucking fire should inflame their desires to the point where they'll climax before the fire ends!"
"What does this mean?" the head spider asks, clacking her mandibles together.
"We don't know," another witch says.
The grunts and the moans rising up from the bottom of the hole draw more and more of the spectators closer. They watch, entranced by the power and stamina of the wolf, and the endurance and passion of the spider.
"So, should we make them stop?" One wolf asks, looking to one friend. That wolf shrugs.
"No, we must see if the fire still burns them!" one spider snaps back.
"How much longer could they be down there.
From below, the spider cries out, "More, more, oh gods, right there with your huge fucking cock, you beeasst!"
The lead witch scratches her chin. "Could be... quite a while yet. But, the ritual cannot be broken, or we shall all be cursed, so... watch, we shall."
And watch they do. They listen and watch, and wait. They watch as the wolf slams to the hilt into her. They watch as his knot inflates, claiming her. They watch as they quiver and lay there. They 1watch as cum spurts out of both of them in an unceasing fountain of fluid pooling around them and even dousing some of the nearby flames.
"This is ridiculous!" a wolf growls. "The sex can't be THAT good, can it?"
"I dunno," says one of the females among them. My sister got fucked by him a couple weeks back, and, well, she's still a drooling mess, so..."
"This is ridiculous!" a spider shouts. "I'm going in there and stopping this, once and for all. This is not the natural order! She should be paralyzing him and riding his dick until he dies!" She shoots her web into the wall across from her and hops into the hole. 

"Wait!" The head witch shouts, but it is too late. As the spider falls in, the heat from the magical fucking fire ignites her carapace, turning her into nothing but burning flecks fo dust that whip and twirl up into the serenity of the night.
It's been hours, and finally, the wolf pulls himself out from the spider. The spider twitches, her legs spread out, the creamy filling just pouring out in gallons onto the ritual floor.
The wolf pushes himself up to his feet, his dick flopping down, oozing still, but he grabs the spider's leg, stroking it with his paw. He turns his gaze up to the leaders of the tribes, and they raise their hands, their legs buckling.
"Well, I suppose that's that." The witch says. "They really do love each other. The fucking fire says so."
"What could this mean for our people?" the wolf says. "We've been battling for generations. However, these two lovers come together, doomed by our rivalries, yet stronger than any of us."
The spider leader taps under her thorax. "Perhaps we should let them be and let them live their life as they see fit? Do we really need freaks like them turning our bloodlines into hypersexualized fuckbeasts?"
An elder wolf nods. "That is wise. Very well... our stud. You are free to choose this spider as your lifelong mate. Enjoy your years of wild, fruitless sex."
One hag leans into the other and whisper. "Should we tell them that these two could really have children?"
The other witch shakes her head. "Nah, let's just get out of here before those mutant spawn start flooding the forest."

 Skittering legs rush through the night in the forest. A large creature, once a predator herself, now flees for her life. Breath comes out through plump, mandibled lips while giant breasts, not used to running, swing wildly and savagely through the dark underbrush. Behind her, eyes glow yellow as a muscled form follows her. He doesn't let things like bushes and trees get in his way. He has found his prey, and he is ready to take it by any means necessary.
The spider continues her frantic fleeing until finally, the trees part and she finds herself placed up against a wall. She gasps and spins around, falling onto her back and releasing a string of webbing straight towards the one attacking her.
But he's too good, and he dodges right out the way, his massive cock swinging from the inertia. His glowing eyes lock with hers, and his muzzle parts, showing off a fearsome smile.
She fights to keep the twitch in her mouth from being too noticeable. She doesn't want to break the illusion.
The wolf pounces before she can fire off another string of sticky webbing. His massive paws grab onto her back legs and yanks them apart. Despite their size, his prodigious strength helps to separate them, showing off her gasping hole for him already. He presses his face into it and gives it a long sniff. To that, she throws her head back and lets out a prolonged gasp. He pushes his tongue to her slit. The muscle flicks around inside her and just enjoying the sensation of her folds--something he's tasted countless times before, but this time under the guise of a predator taking what he wants when he wants.
"Oooh, noooo!" The spider calls out. "Whatever will I do~!"
"You're mine now, bitch!" the wolf chuckles, standing up, letting his super-sized schlong flop onto her pussy. "I have a need to breed, and you're just the bitch to do it!"
"No, I'm the queen of this forest!" she protests with the acting skills of someone who's never lied in their life. "A runt like you cannot hurt me!" No natural being would ever enunciate their words like that. She must be acting badly on purpose.
This makes his eyebrow quiver. "This was your idea; the least you can do is be more convincing," he mutters under his breath.
"Maybe, you need to be more convincing yourself?" the spider replies, winking with half her eyes.
"Convince THIS!" he says, pushing her legs up to rise up over her head and falling into her into a veritable mating press. Her arachnid anatomy was not meant to take a dong of that magnitude from that angle, and even if they were playing, the screams of pure lewd delight were as real as they could get. She practically roars from the back of her throat, and he laments that he doesn't have enough cocks to stuff her on both ends. But this will do just fine. He slaps onto her, his hips making loud plapping sounds with each strike against her chitinous body. He had caught his prey, and she was his, no matter if he had to force her or if they were pretending. That is the way between these two. He'll have her any and every way, and she'll take him in just as many. Thinking of this long life ahead of them, he hilts into her. He throws his head back. The arch of his back and the sound of the howls rise up into the night sky. It is enough to make her go over the edge herself. She becomes dizzy with delight as all of her legs twitch in the synaptic confusion caused by being pounded for the spirits know how long.
His howl changes in tone with each spurt of his cock. He has to let the feeling leave his balls and out his head, shooting pleasure into his brain and then out into her womb. And soon, he's all dried up, and he falls on top of her, his knot swelling to gross proportions to make sure his prey can never, ever get away.
But she wraps her legs around him, chittering in a motherly coo. Yes, he caught her. But he was stuck in her web too. And she strokes his head and gives him a tender kiss upon the forehead, before she drifts off along with him, locked in by his knot, but caught forever by his love.

 The wolf is out of his home for quite some time, hunting for his mate and their brood. He gathers up with scant remains there are in the prey creatures of the forest. Many have moved on by now, but that doesn't stop him. He is pushed forward by his robust and ever-growing desire for his mate. He wants to please her, to feed her, and to fill her.
Unfortunately, this long time alone without her makes him swell and sore. His balls dangle between his legs, bouncing around as he carries his spiderweb sack of meats over his shoulder. His shoulders hunched, and his teeth grit tight. He thinks of only one thing--to fuck his mate until she explodes with the sheer amount of seed has stored up inside of him.
The spider, meanwhile, lounges around in their web, enjoying the feeling of laying on her back and letting her legs spread out. She's been far less guarded ever since the wolf had claimed her. No weaker, inferior male has ever attempted to get at her. She sighs, so happy that she doesn't have to do anything anymore and can just be treated like the queen that she is.
Soon, the wolf returns, and she pokes her head up, chuckling happily and opening her mouth wide, ready to receive her food. Still, then, she notices the thick, hard member standing proud between his legs. She gasps when he drops the sack. He falls on top of her, shoving his cock inside of her quivering sex.
It had been so long and so many days. The spider hadn't had time to lay her unfertilized egg sacs. They lay dormant within her. They rattle around in her body, even as the head of his hard cock thrusts up into her womb.
The spider lets out loud moans, wrapping her legs around her mate as he pumps into her. His needy cock already oozes out with some of his pent-up cum. There's so much stored up within him. With each of his powerful thrusts, a burst of pre shoots out almost like he's ejaculating into her, coating her hibernating eggs with his warm, life-giving fluid.
The eggs inside quiver and jolt into awakening, and the spider's cries only get louder and louder as the wolf's thrusts become harder and harder. But soon, something happens. "Aah, my love!" the spider shouts. "I'm... I'm... I'm pregnant!"
The wolf hears these words, but he doesn't want to stop. Instead, he picks up the pace, thrusting harder and quicker, making her body twitch and quiver underneath of him. She swells up as her eggs enlarge with seemingly magical speed, becoming full with his spurting cum and quivering with the puppy spiders within.
Her tits, all of them swell up, and he can feel them squish up against his body as he ruts on top of her, his balls smacking against her bottom. Her groans. He howls, he claws at the dirt to keep himself from falling from the sheer magnitude of their fucking.
And as the pressure builds up inside of her chest, the spider skitters and shudders in absolute orgasmic joy.
She can't contain it any longer, and her swollen stomach and her bulging breasts push up against the wolf, making his toes dangle off the ground. At the same time, he lays on the hugely pregnant female. But he doesn't give up, holding onto her sides and thrusting away with pure hip momentum. Her breasts, under the pressure of his well-muscled chest, soon leak with enough milk that they squirt slowly, staining his fur with the sticky, sweet liquid. The wolf cannot help himself and licks down along her body, soon, licking over one of her exposed nipples, letting more of the substance squirt out of her and onto his mouth. He wraps his lips around her, groaning as he takes in a drink and allowing the rest of her milk spill out all over them.
In between them, more substance slides out, a mix of her desire and his jizz. The spider finds herself having one last ounce of strength in her. She rolls around, soon finding herself on top of her mate, panting out in incoherent babbles of joy, she rocks her hips on top of him, rubbing her legs all over his body. He doesn't seem to care that he's been pinned by her, as his thrusting cock is still controlling her orgasmic delight even as he lays on the ground. He may be on the bottom right now, but in this relationship, he'll always be on top.
She screams out into the forest, her entire mind blanking into that of a being only living to experience this bliss. She doesn't even think about the new life growing inside her, except as a means for which she can feel even more pleasure as her body becomes bigger and bigger, filling with more developing eggs swimming in his seed
Soon enough, the two of them scream at the same time as he erupts his days of unjizzed cum deep inside of her. It's enough to send her flying off.
Soon, she's left hovering over him, her body quickly twice the size of what it once was. Her legs looking stubby, and her lower body covered in semen and milk. She chuckles, falls to her side, and lays by the sack, panting in exhaustion.
The wolf picks himself up, stumbling over to the sack and pulls out some meet, handing it to his lover, and letting the exhausted, pregnant spider chew and regain her strength. He leans in, licking her cheek, and nuzzling her, letting her know with a growling whisper, "I love you."