Nine years had come and gone, cycling through the forest in lush eruptions of greenery that softened into golds and yellows before giving way to pale snows and bare branches. 

Changes in seasons had come and gone in the woods surrounding Slokus and Akal’s den, as had so many pups within the rocky cavern. Over the years, the two wolves repeated the cycle of their pack every few months; Slokus would breed Akal repeatedly until the gray wolf’s urine reeked of the right mix of hormones, the sign that Akal had been fertilized and life was beginning to grow within him—Slokus quickly learned that the stronger the smell, the more cubs Akal would bear for him to consume. Once Akal had been properly impregnated, Slokus would care for him over the following two months as their litter grew, bringing him food, stroking his swelling belly, tenderly fucking him in futile—though thoroughly welcome—attempts to add more pups to his already-growing litter, and enjoying and encouraging the changes that happened to the gray wolf’s body. Akal’s abdomen ballooned with the wolf cubs developing inside him, his pectorals and nipples thickened, his cock and balls engorged as pre began leaking constantly from his cockhead, and he progressively carried himself more and more heavily over the eight weeks of his pregnancy. Eventually, the night would come—as it always did—when Akal’s water would break and Slokus would help him give birth.

The first few times had been difficult; Akal labored hard, panting and howling as each squirming pup slid from his womb into the tight confines of his cock. They squeezed through the narrow channel within his sensitive prostate and bulged along his urethra, overwhelming Akal with both orgasmic joy and unimaginable agony as his body accommodated and pushed out the young pups. Through the euphoric haze of hormones and pain, Akal would feel the wriggling cubs push out and stretch his urethral lips around their heads and shoulders as they at last exited his body…and entered their father’s, plopping out into Slokus’s waiting jaws. The black wolf kept his mouth latched onto Akal’s swollen urethral opening, helping to suck out every pup, umbilical cords and all. He groaned hungrily as cub after cub sprung forth from the gray wolf’s cock and into his maw, and he rumbled appreciatively every time he tilted his head back and swallowed, delightedly gobbling up his newborn sons—Akal always, without fail, gave him a litter of boys, and Slokus could count on one hand the number of times the gray wolf had produced fewer than six pups.
 
Those first few times, Akal’s heart sank with with every large lump—every pup that the black wolf had fucked into him, had helped him nurture within his body—that slid down Slokus’s throat. Every little life that went kicking and squirming into Slokus’s stomach tugged at Akal. Even though he knew that those pups had been in Soluks once before and were simply returning to the wolf who had sired them—returning to the place where they belonged, inside Slokus to be a part of him again—Akal wanted to at least hold the sons that he had carried.

He wanted to cradle them in his arms and whisper to them, “Don’t be afraid, little ones. Everything will be alright. You were a part of something truly magnificent once, and you’re going back to that wonderful place again. Have no fear, you will always be with us.” 

He wanted to feed his sons at least a few mouthfuls of the sweet milk he produced—to feel their mouths latch onto his lactating nipples, to fatten their little bellies and satiate their hunger for a moment—before their father swallowed them whole. 

He wanted to hug them close in his arms and let them nuzzle into his chest before Slokus consumed them and embraced them forever in the safety of his stomach. 

He wanted to kiss them from head to belly to crotch to toe, so they knew the love he felt for them before he handed them to their father to be gobbled up like plump morsels.

But each and every one of them disappeared down Slokus’s gullet, vanishing with no resistance—in fact, their squirms seemed to help them dive down their father’s throat—before they rejoined the wolf who sired them.

In the beginning, the few times that tears trickled onto Akal’s cheeks after Slokus finished his meals, the black wolf would lean in and lick the corners of Akal’s eyes, lapping up the salty tears with his tongue. “Hush now, shhh,” Slokus said soothingly. “Don’t cry. They’re here, forever and always,” he said, taking Akal’s gray-furred hand in his and placing it on his own distended belly, fat with the pups he had devoured. Akal could feel them slowly settling into contented, sleepy stillness as they digested, adding to Slokus’s mighty body. “Within me, with us.”

Time and routine softened the hardship of letting go and the trauma of giving birth. Over the course of those first three years, Akal became accustomed to the physical exertions of labor, finding it an easier and easier—though no less orgasmically enjoyable—experience. His body no longer tensed up in fear and apprehension, and the pain lessened with each birth until there was nothing but pleasure as he felt the pups glide effortlessly through his cock. Akal grew used to Slokus’s breedings and subsequent feedings and, in fact, as time went on, he found himself encouraging the black wolf when he pushed cub after cub into Slokus’s mouth.

“Please, help him out of me, he needs to be back in you,” Akal would moan as Slokus helped suck a pup out of his cock. “Yes, swallow him, he belongs in your belly,” he would murmur as he watched Slokus tilt his head back and slowly, indulgently, gulp the squirming wolf cub down. “I’ll need another litter to feed you when you’re done,” he would hint seductively, arching his back as Slokus slurped out the final pup from his urethra.

There was, however, a deep desire that Akal still carried: the need to grow and nurture their own pack, to have even just one little wolf cub running around for Akal and Slokus to raise. The thought of eventually creating a family—one that continued beyond the cycle of breeding, pregnancy, birth, and consumption—weighed heavily on the gray wolf’s mind, and he spent so many evenings working to bring Slokus around to the idea.

“It just feels like someone is missing. Don’t you want to hear the little pitter patter of feet in the cave sometime?” Akal prompted one evening after another long conversation. He and Slokus were laying together on one of their pads, Slokus holding him as close as Akal’s heavily gravid belly would allow. “And he could be cuddled up right here, between us, his fathers and brothers.”

“Hmm,” Slokus rumbled thoughtfully.

“Surely you feel it, too? After all that time on your own, before I came along, and even now?” Akal continued while Slokus stared into the glowing embers of their fire. “You need someone to teach, to nurture and raise in our ways, don’t you? You and I won’t always be here, we need the next generation to know what we know, to carry on our traditions.”

Slokus growled to himself—Akal could feel the vibrations in his chest. Then the larger, black wolf sighed, his warm breath ruffling Akal’s fur. 

“Well, you’ve been asking for one,” Slokus started. Akal’s heart skipped a beat as Slokus went on, “Why not two?”

Akal looked up at him, hardly daring to believe what he was hearing.

“Our firstborn son is going to need a little brother to play with, after all,” Slokus reasoned. 

And so, out of the litter of nine that Akal bore the following week, Slokus allowed the first two—a black pup named Demikal and a gray pup named Lykus—to rest in Akal’s arms as they suckled on his swollen nipples, milk flowing into their hungry mouths as their brothers slipped down Slokus’s throat. Akal wept for joy that whole night, kissing his sons on their heads while Slokus, holding Akal’s cock and sucking on it to help the other seven cubs along, gobbled up the rest of the litter and belched after swallowing the last pup.

Over the subsequent six years, Demikal and Lykus grew under their fathers’ watchful eyes; during the day, they would play in the forest in close proximity to the den, Slokus would teach them how to hunt and prepare their food, and Akal would guide them in the ways of their budding pack. When night fell, the four of them would pile onto a large pad together, cuddling in close with each other for warmth and comfort. Akal relished the feeling of the two small bodies pressed between him and Slokus, especially during his pregnancies, when Demikal and Lykus would curl up against Akal’s gravid belly—their backs to Slokus as the black wolf wrapped them and Akal n his arms—to be close with their brothers. 

It didn’t take long for them to witness their fathers’ rituals; their large, glimmering eyes were wide with wonder and their little tails whipped back and forth in excitement as they gazed upon Slokus breeding Akal in their family bed—Slokus always took the extra time to show his sons how his inflated knot popped into Akal’s hole, locking him in place as he dumped a fresh, potent load of pups into his mate.

They observed the growth and changes in Akal’s body—Akal would let Lykus and Demikal explore with their hands, noses, and tongues, feeling the broad curvature of his swelling stomach and the tightness of his sheath as his cock expanded and grew, sniffing the musk that clung to his anus and testicles, and tasting the hormones in their father’s urine and lapping over his nipples for the small trickles of milk he would spontaneously lactate.

And they watched Akal experience the joy of labor as he fed their brothers back to Slokus on full display—Demikal and Lykus saw every moment of Slokus swallowing his infant sons, of Akal begging him to eat them all as they plopped out of his engorged cock. The two of them watched at every opportunity, taking in the routine and earnestly learning as much as they could about their pack’s special cycle.  

In time, Demikal and Lykus grew bigger and bigger, entering their rambunctious puppy years, and Slokus and Akal decided the time had come to relocate to a new den. The pack of four made their way deeper into the mountains, where they eventually found a large cave with several chambers, including one that contained a shallow hot spring, which Akal began using for water births. The pack settled into their new dwelling, making themselves at home as Slokus and Akal grew and consumed their pack over the years, with Demikal and Lykus aware of and captivated by their pack’s rituals time and time again.

Which brought them to tonight. 

Akal, holding his hands under his distended stomach and softly huffing in rhythmic breaths, gingerly waded into the shallow hot spring as steam rose from the water’s surface. Slokus followed, sloshing the water around his shins as he stalked behind the gray wolf. 

“Oooh should be any minute now,” Akal groaned as he sank to his knees and crawled along the rocky bottom of the pool, his belly, bulging cock, and pendulous balls dragging through the water. 

“Just breathe, you can do this,” Slokus murmured encouragingly—Akal stopped at the ledge where  he’d grown comfortable giving birth and turned to recline against the stone wall of the pool, while Slokus crouched down on his knees between Akal’s spread legs. 

The gray wolf smiled. “You don’t have to say that every time, we’ve been through this enough, haven’t we?”

Slokus tenderly rubbed Akal’s thigh. “Well, what else can I say to an old hand like you? Only so many things I can tell you to help.”

“The only thing you have to do to help is be ready to catch and swallow,” Akal replied as he placed his hand on Slokus’s. “Oof, I think they’re just about ready for you,” he grunted, using his free hand to soothingly rub his stomach. 

Slokus grinned, then leaned forward and kissed the top of Akal’s head before rubbing his snout and nose against the gray wolf’s. “Thank you for the fresh meal, my mate.”

“Thank you for letting me carry your sons, my mate,” Akal crooned back. 

On the ledge of the pool, Lykus and Demikal sat and let their feet dangle into the hot water as they watched their fathers prepare for another birth. 

“How many do you think there are going to be this time?” Lykus asked his brother. 

The small black wolf cub licked his lips before he answered, “I don’t know…maybe nine or ten? Papa’s belly looks real big this time.”

Lykus glanced at Demikal to see another rope of drool forming at the corner of his mouth. His brother always got like this when they were watching a birth—even Slokus had noticed and laughed that Demikal really took after him; just like his father, Demikal always seemed particularly famished when Akal went into labor. “Hey, you’ve got a…”

Lykus didn’t even need to finish, Demikal simply wiped the drool away on the back of his hand. “Thanks. I just get so hungry…I really wanna eat like Dad. Do you think he’ll let me?”

Lykus shrugged. “I don’t know…maybe someday.”

The two pups lapsed into silence as Akal leaned back and gripped the sides of the pool. 

“Boys, it’s time,” he called as he let his head sink downward so he floated on his back in the water. Demikal and Lykus heeded the call, slipping into the pool to join their fathers—they were still so small that the water came up to their navels. They waded through the hot spring while Slokus held Akal’s hips and settled into position; he latched his lips onto Akal’s urethral opening and began to suckle on it as he wiggled his tongue over and into the slit, stimulating Akal as the gray wolf squirmed and sighed in pleasure.

“Oooh, the first one’s coming,” Akal moaned, slowly shaking his head from side to side; his grip on the side of the pool tightened, and he spread and curled his toes as he shuddered. 

Demikal and Lykus stood on either side of Akal, with Demikal in position next to Akal’s stomach and Lykus closer to his groin, watching Slokus intently as he sucked and slurped on Akal’s cock. As Slokus worked and Akal grunted and sighed, Lykus saw a prominent bulge in Akal’s belly descend towards his groin…and then it sank by a few millimeters before rising up again into the root of Akal’s penis, making his sheath stretch around the taut column of flesh that ballooned outward. 

Wide-eyed, Lykus followed the bulge’s journey along Akal’s throbbing length, knowing that one of his little brothers was squirming and wriggling his way down the narrow canal of his father’s urethra, from the base of the shaft up to the round, blunt, swollen bulb of Akal’s cockhead until…the bulge finally connected with Slokus’s muzzle. Slokus held his jaws wide as the pup’s head crowned, blossoming outward from the lips of Akal’s urethra and into the black wolf’s waiting maw. Slokus pulled gently on the newborn cub, his teeth tenderly clamping down on the youngster to help draw him out of Akal. 

“Aaaah Slokus…please,” Akal whimpered in ecstasy as the cub was pulled out of his cock.

“Mmmf,” Slokus huffed back reassuringly, his mouth full as he at last tilted his head back. The umbilical cord dangled from his lips like a long, red and purple noodle, and Slokus gently worked his jaws to cut through the fetal sac covering his newborn son. Warm fluid washed over his tongue as he popped the membrane like an overstuffed dumpling, and he carefully swallowed the liquid and fleshy covering, still holding the wet, deaf, and blind pup in his mouth; with one hand clamped around the base of Akal’s cock to prevent anymore sons from entering his urethra, Slokus reared up to loom dominantly over his mate. Demikal and Lykus watched their fathers smile at each other through a haze of hormones and hunger, before Slokus leaned down and opened his mouth, delicately depositing gray and black pup—his fur slick with slime and drool—on Akal’s chest.

“Oh, he’s beautiful,” Akal crooned; he held onto the pool ledge with one hand, using his free arm to cradle the newborn whelp against his breast. The pup nuzzled at Akal’s enlarged pectoral, blindly seeking out the large nipple that was slowly leaking milk. In a moment, the pup clamped his mouth around the target and began to hungrily suckle. “Welcome, little one,” Akal sighed contentedly.

“Shall I?” Slokus asked, giving Akal’s cock a tight squeeze.

The gray wolf nodded as he continued nursing the pup at his breast. “Please…they’re all ready for you…they need to be back in their father…”

Slokus grinned and returned to his position between Akal’s splayed legs, and Demikal and Lykus watched the black wolf latch onto his urethral opening again while he released his grip on Akal’s cock. Immediately, another bulge in Akal’s belly separated itself from the large mound of his stomach and began moving towards his groin. 

“Oh, he’s a big one, get ready,” Akal groaned as the large lump descended further.

Demikal rested a hand on Akal’s navel, feeling the pulsing throb of life as one of his brothers passed under his palm. His mouth began to water again as he imagined the plump little body squeezing through Akal’s innards, working its way out to feed his father. Awestruck, he watched and felt the lump sink down in Akal’s pelvis before it rose up again in the base of his cock. It then smoothly slid down—making Akal’s knot bulge outward for a moment before contracting again—the engorged shaft to Slokus’s waiting jaws. Slokus sucked heavily, slurping up the hefty pup as it exited Akal’s urethra.

“That’s the way…hold him, taste him…gobble him up,” Akal moaned as Slokus held the front half of his son in his jaws, savoring the flavor on his tongue. Slokus huffed around the pup as he tilted his head back, away from his throbbing cock, showing off the rear half of the pup that hung out of his muzzle. Demikal and Lykus watched, transfixed, as their father greedily wolfed down their newborn brother; the little rump, legs, paws, and tail all disappeared in a noisy chorus of wet slobber and gulping, followed by the umbilical cord with a final slurp and swallow. Slokus, panting, licked his lips and wiped his face with the back of a paw—he wore an exhilarated, almost crazed, grin, and both Demikal and Lykys watched their fathers huff and smile at each other before Slokus eagerly dove back down to Akal’s cock.

“Yes…another…eat the next,” Akal encouraged.

As Slokus worked on delivering—and consuming—the next pup, Lykus, in that curious way of youngsters, meandered away from Akal and gravitated towards the large black wolf. He stood next to Slokus, who was crouched down between Akal’s legs, and tentatively placed a hand on his father’s stomach. He could feel the little pup inside Slokus’s belly; it was still moving, still kicking and wriggling as it settled in the cradle of his father’s gut…and as Lykus let his hand drift lower to feel his brother continue moving around in Slokus’s stomach, his gaze sank downward to his father’s groin. 

He saw that Slokus’s own erection was emerging from his sheath, swelling past the tight, fur-covered opening. The heady scent of thick musk oozed from Slokus’s crotch, invading and overwhelming Lykus’s senses to the point that he almost couldn’t hear the loud gulping in Slokus’s throat as the larger wolf swallowed another pup, and he could barely hear the gurgling in his father’s stomach as the little cub squeezed into it along with the first pup in there. Lykus’s mind was far away, clouded by the tingling below his own navel, a swooping, warm sensation that made him feel a profound sense of longing. He wanted to be like his brothers who were helping to sustain Slokus—he had been a part of his father, just like they had, and yet they were the ones who were going back into Slokus while he was stuck outside. 

He gazed at the cock that had made him—the girthy, pulsing shaft as long as his forearm that had made countless brothers before him and would make so many more after him—and his heart pounded. Surely if he’d been a part of his father’s body before, that meant he’d been a part of Slokus’s cock, right? And his brothers were going to be a part of it again, too…but why couldn’t he? Lykus licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry as his stomach fluttered, and somehow the idea of rejoining his father—of going back to being a part of the mighty wolf who had sired him—was the most intoxicating thought that had ever crossed his young mind. 

Dizzy from the aroma, the sight of his father’s arousal, and the fantasy running rampant through his imagination, Lykus inched his hand closer to Slokus’s crotch, the bobbing cock like a beacon in his wide eyes, blocking out everything else in the world…

Until he felt a large hand on his back, breaking him from his reverie. Lykus halted and looked up to see Slokus smiling down at him warmly; in the time that Lykus’s mind had been wandering, Slokus had swallowed two more pups before he noticed the little hand gently caressing his upper groin. 

“Are you alright, son?” Slokus asked.

“I…I wanted…” Lykus began.

Slokus looked down at his cock, then at Lykus, who still rested his hand just above his sheath. “Would you like to touch me there?”

Lykus gulped—if Slokus hadn’t interrupted, Lykus would have mindlessly kept going. But now that the question had been posed to him, now that he was consciously thinking about what Slokus was offering him, he faltered. As much as he’d watched Slokus breed Akal, as many times as he’d observed Akal give birth, and as many times as he’d slept in a naked pile with his family, he’d never once touched either of his fathers like that before. He’d seen Akal touch Slokus, and Slokus touch Akal—that was something only the two of them could do, wasn’t it? They were mated, after all. 

“I…”

“It’s alright,” Slokus said encouragingly as Lykus still dithered. Keeping one hand on the base of Akal’s cock, he used his free paw to rub his son’s head. “You can touch, sniff, and lick wherever you like. It’s okay to be curious, son. You can explore as much as you want.”

Lykus looked up at his father for reassurance, and the larger black wolf nodded earnestly. Lykus took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled as he slid his hand down further, over the furred bump of his father’s sheath, before his finger pads alit upon the smooth, warm skin of his cock. The small gray wolf gently curled his fingers around Slokus’s knot before rolling his palm further up along the broad, bulbous shaft, feeling the heat radiate from the pulsing length. 

“Wow…it’s so big…and warm,” Lykus breathed as he continued rubbing the shaft, until he came to a stop just under his father’s cockhead.

“Mmhmm…yours will get bigger like this, too, someday,” Slokus told him.

“Really?” 

“Oh yes. You need a big cock like this to make lots of sons,” Slokus replied. 

“Do you think mine will be as big as yours?” Lykus asked as he dragged his hand back down towards the base of Slokus’s erection, resting his palm on his father’s knot.

“Maybe,” Slokus said thoughtfully. Lykus curiously pulled his hand up along his father’s length, then cupped his palm below the bulging underside while Slokus continued, “As you grow older, eat your sons like I eat your brothers, and I’m sure yours will be as big…maybe even bigger. And in the meantime, your father and I will teach you and your brother more about what you can do with your cock. You’ve seen me breed Papa, but there are many other things you can do, too.”

“Like sucking it, like you do on Papa’s?”

“Well, you can do that with others, certainly. Or simply holding it, like you’re doing now,” Slokus pointed out. He groaned softly as Lykus squeezed on the stiff, fleshy shaft. “I have to say, it feels good having your hand on it like this.”

“It does?” Lykus’s tail wagged, excited that he was pleasing his father.

“Mmhmm…you know, you can stroke me some more, if you want.” Slokus gazed down at his son as he curled his small fingers under his shaft and began to slide his hand up and down; Lykus’s stroking was a little awkward and clumsy, as he stood next to Slokus and wasn’t in the best position. “Here, why don’t you crouch in front of me, you can get a better hold on it this way…”

In a moment, Lykus was crouched between his father’s bent legs, while Slokus was, in turn, between Akal’s, forming a sort of nesting arrangement, and Lykus’s back-and-forth stroking became smoother and more natural. “Ah, that’s good, Lykus…”

While Lykus continued stroking the cock he was now face-to-face with, Slokus latched his mouth on Akal’s cockhead again and resumed his sucking and gulping. The small gray wolf listened to the sounds of his father’s appetite at work above him—the swallowing of his throat, the rumble of his stomach, the huffing of his breath—and he kept up his caressing and rubbing, watching Slokus’s bulging, pup-filled belly hang low and sway over the base of his cock. 

The shaft in Lykus’s hand bobbed and twitched, and soon Lykus saw a large bead of clear fluid ooze out of his father’s urethra. It smelled both musky and…sweet, piquing Lykus’s curiosity even more. Remembering that his father had given him permission to touch, sniff, and lick wherever he liked, Lykus, in a hungry, intrigued, lust-fueled haze, leaned forward and lapped at the large droplet. It was stickier and more slippery than he’d expected, but it was so deliciously sweet that he had to get more, and he continued lapping at his father’s cock like it was a fountain, tasting the sweet, silky dregs of potent masculinity on his palate.

Slokus grunted and bucked his hips forward at the sensation of the small tongue licking over his sensitive glans. It was like a little swath of wet velvet caressing his cockhead, curling over the tip to pick up the slimy pre he secreted; a rush of paternal pride swelled in Slokus’s chest, he didn’t even have to encourage his son to try tasting him. He huffed appreciatively as he simply continued slurping up the next pup in his mouth, letting Lykus lick up his pre while he worked on swallowing another of his newborn cubs.

Five little wolves inside Slokus’s belly eventually became eight after he swallowed the last pup that slipped out of Akal’s stretched, loosened urethra; it slid out of Akal’s cock with ease and glided effortlessly down Slokus’s throat. The only cub remaining was the one that Akal still held to his breast, still feeding—but not for long. Slokus, panting from the effort he’d exerted and the tension he felt in his gut, lumbered over Akal and loomed over him. Lykus and Demikal both stopped their activities—licking Slokus’s cock and rubbing Akal’s stomach, respectively—to watch the exchange between their fathers. Akal looked up, his pale yellow eyes meeting Slokus’s amber gaze, and the gray wolf nodded.

“He’s ready,” he murmured lovingly.

Slokus smiled and affectionately licked the tip of Akal’s nose. He then reached down and pulled the gray and white pup—now fat with milk—away from Akal’s breast. Demikal (starving) and Lykus (fascinated) watched their little brother (his stomach taut and full) squirm in Slokus’s grasp as the black wolf held him aloft. The pup whimpered and mewled softly, and nuzzled into Slokus’s large hands.

“Come here, little one,” Slokus crooned as he held the pup up to his face. He licked his son’s muzzle before he continued, “No need to worry anymore…I have just the place for you.” 
He opened his mouth and gently inserted the pup headfirst into his waiting maw. The pup took to the invitingly warm, moist space immediately, crawling forward and pulling himself into Slokus’s muzzle as Slokus himself pushed him further in. Strands of drool latched onto the cub’s fur as he slid over Slokus’s tongue, and Slokus began tilting his head back and gulping, helping the deaf, blind little pup slip further into his throat. Slokus’s neck bulged with the pup as he swallowed…and then the lump was gone, vanished as the pup squirmed down to his stomach. 

“Aahh…together again…” The black wolf rubbed his swollen belly, then belched loudly. Lykus and Demikal stifled their giggles as Slokus’s burp echoed around the stone-walled chamber.

“Where they belong,” Akal agreed with a blissful sigh. He reached down to the base of his cock and aimed his still-stiff shaft up at Slokus’s chest. “Ready for a drink?”

“Always, you know I need to wash those boys down,” Slokus winked, crouching slightly to get into position.

Demikal and Lykus watched Akal tilt his head back and sigh in pleasure as he relaxed, and a thick stream of urine began to spout from his cock. Slokus quickly lowered his head with his mouth open to catch the arcing piss, and he guzzled it as quickly as it landed on his tongue, gulping mouthful after mouthful. Both Lykus and Demikal had seen their fathers do this many times after every feeding, as part of their post-birthing ritual; by themselves, the brothers had talked about how thirsty they both felt when watching Slokus drink Akal’s water, wondering when they would be offered the opportunity to drink as well…

“Papa? Can we try some?” Demikal piped up meekly.

Akal raised his head to look at his sons, who both looked so eager, so hopeful, their eyes large and their tails wagging. How could he say no to those faces? He smiled and nodded as he clenched again, and the flow of piss came to a halt, trickling in the pool water before stopping completely. “Of course! You’re old enough to drink if you really want to—aren’t they, Slokus?”

Slokus licked his lips and nodded in agreement. “I’d say so. Here, I’ll aim, just let go.” He reached down to grasp Akal’s cock while both Demikal and Lykus sidled into position, standing in front of Slokus and between Akal’s spread legs. Slokus aimed Akal’s cock lower, trying his best to align it with his target as he said, “Demikal, you first…”

Akal leaned back again and released his bladder muscles, and the surge of piss shot forward…and hit Demikal squarely in the face. The cub spluttered and coughed at the faceful of warm urine, but he kept his mouth open, and Slokus, laughing, quickly adjusted his aim so the stream landed in his son’s open muzzle. “Sorry about that, son!”

Demikal was too busy gulping to really complain; his little mouth filled up fast, and it was all he could do to swallow just a few mouthfuls of Akal’s piss without spilling. As he caught the urine on his tongue, he realized it tasted more…stale than he imagined, but he’d smelled it enough times to be used to the aroma. He could taste the recency of his father’s pregnancy, and the coppery flavor of umbilical cords and fetal sacs. Even with the “stale” quality, he found that there was something so alluring and intoxicating about the flavors—if this was just the aftertaste of his brothers in Akal’s piss, how heavenly must they taste for real?

Slokus allowed Demikal a final mouthful before aiming the stream over to Lykus, who obediently caught it in his open muzzle. Demikal wiped off his face and licked his lips for the last dregs as he watched his brother guzzle down his helping of Akal’s piss. Slokus held Akal’s cock steady, maintaining the flow so it hit the back of Lykus’s throat, and it was easy enough for the small gray wolf to simply swallow muzzleful after muzzleful…until Slokus readjusted his aim, so he was once again consuming his mate’s urine. The brothers observed their father expertly, smoothly gulping Akal’s water—it was as if the older black wolf was just holding his throat open and letting the fountain of urine splatter down his waiting esophagus. 

The flow eventually slowed and came to a natural stop. Akal raised his head to see his mate and sons all looking satisfied—their tongues hanging out, their tails wagging, and grins on their faces—and he couldn’t help but feel an upswell of gratitude for how this night had brought his pack so closely together.

———

“Papa?”

“Yes?”

It was cozy and warm in the cave—Demikal and Lykus were sandwiched between Slokus and Akal on their pack’s sleeping pad, the fire was slowly dying, and the family of wolves was winding down for the night. Demikal’s back was nestled against’ Akal’s stomach, while his brother was facing Slokus’s chest. 

“Can…can I eat what Dad eats…sometime soon?” Demikal asked cautiously.

Akal chuckled and wrapped his arms around his son, holding the small black wolf close to his body. “When you’re older.”

“How much older?”

“You’ll know,” Akal sighed cryptically. Demikal squirmed, but Akal held him fast, keeping him in place. “You know why Dad eats your brothers, don’t you?” He gazed into Slokus’s eyes as he asked the question, and Slokus smiled warmly back at him.

“Uh-huh…they make him big and strong for us,” Demikal answered.

“That’s right. You don’t need to be as big and strong as Dad right now. But when you’re older, and you need to be more like Dad, then you can start eating what he eats,” Akal murmured, rubbing Demikal’s head and scratching behind his ears. “Your brothers love being a part of him again, and before you know it, some of them will be a part of you…and then when you have sons of your own, they’ll make you even stronger, just like your little brothers are making Dad stronger even now.”

The pack lapsed into silence for a few minutes, simply listening to the crackling of the fire and their communal breathing, before Lykus piped up, this time addressing Slokus. “Dad?”

“Yes?”

“I…don’t remember being a part of you before.”

“That’s okay,” Slokus said soothingly, cradling his son against him—Lykus could feel the large bulge in Slokus’s belly as the pups within churned and digested. “It’s been a while since you were in me.”

“But…I think I liked it,” Lykus went on. He rubbed Slokus’s distended stomach with his palm, feeling the heat radiating from his father’s body. “And I think my brothers like it, too. I bet it’s warm and safe inside you.”

“It is. The warmest and safest place you could ever be, apart from being in Papa when he carried you for me,” Slokus added.

“But my brothers belong in you, don’t they? That’s the way of our pack, isn’t it?” Lykus asked. He nestled closer to Slokus’s stomach, hugging it with his arms and legs. 

“That’s right. I have your brothers safe and sound in my balls. Then when it’s time to breed Papa, I put your brothers in him. When he gives birth, he gives your brothers back to me, to feed me and help me stay big and strong so I can keep providing for our pack,” Slokus summarized. “That’s the way it’s always been, and always will be.”

“Well…I think I belong in you, too,” Lykus said softly. 

Slokus’s eyes widened and he paused, processing what his son had just said. 

Lykus gazed up at the older black wolf, and Slokus looked down at him to see those beautiful, pleading eyes. “Please, Dad? Can I go back inside you? Can I be a part of you again?” Lykus’s tail thumped against Demikal as he added, “Can you…eat me?”

Slokus looked back at Akal, silently asking…and the gray wolf smiled and dipped his head in assent. Slokus’s heart beat faster—was he really going to do this? Even with Akal’s blessing? He then gazed down at Lykus again, and any doubts, any reservations immediately vanished as his heart simply melted when he saw his son’s adorable face, Lykus’s excitement at asking for this—how could he refuse such an earnest, loving request from his son, his own flesh and blood?

Tenderly, Slokus scooped his hands under Lykus’s rump and pulled him further up along his body—eliciting giggles from Lykus, which in turn made Slokus chuckle—until they were face-to-face. Slokus licked his son’s muzzle, comforting him and tasting him; his was a different flavor than the newborns he’d consumed earlier, but still enticingly familiar—earthy, yet savory. 

“Oh, my sweet son—my beautiful boy,” Slokus murmured. “I love you so much I could just gobble you up every day. Do you truly want to be with the rest of your brothers and contribute to the cycle of life in our pack?”

Lykus nodded enthusiastically. “More than anything, Dad!”

“Are you ready to be a part of me again?” Slokus continued. “I’m going to eat you, and then when you’re in me, you’ll simply fall asleep—drift off to dreamland, and you and your brothers will be with me forever, doing everything I do, helping me be bigger and stronger for the pack.” 

Lykus’s eyes shone with determination and giddy glee. “That’s the best thing ever!”

“And that’s what you truly want?”

“Uh-huh!”

What more could he say? This was what his son desired above all else—who was Slokus to deny him that? He kissed the top of Lykus’s head. “I love you, Lykus. I’ll carry you with me, always.”

“I love you, too, Dad. I can’t wait to be a part of you again.”

Slokus took one last look at the small gray pup, and then opened his mouth. Akal and Demikal watched as Lykus crawled into his father’s jaws, with Slokus helping by pushing him in. The black wolf began to instinctively swallow, drawing the youngster into his throat and making his neck bulge with the larger mass than he was used to…but Lykus went down all the same, entering the warm, slippery tunnel of his father’s gullet headfirst, smelling and reveling in the fetid breath. Lykus vanished inch by inch past Slokus’s lips—shoulders, arms and hands along with his torso, then his legs and tail…and finally his feet. 

With a final, powerful gulp, Slokus sent his willing son down the slide of his esophagus, squeezing into his stomach, where he joined the rest of the currently-digesting remains of his siblings. Slokus belched before settling again, cuddling up closer with Akal and Demikal, who both held him tightly.

“Mmm…we do make some delicious pups,” Slokus grunted.

“All thanks to you,” Akal replied. He rubbed Slokus’s side, feeling Lykus’s writhing inside his stomach—he’d simmer down soon enough. “Take good care of him.”

“Of course,” Slokus said before he yawned widely, showing off his impressive maw that Lykus had disappeared into.

Demikal placed a hand on Slokus’s belly, also feeling the subtle ripples of Lykus adjusting to his new confines inside the gurgling stomach. “Love you, Lykus,” he mused.

“We all love him…and we’re grateful for him helping our pack,” Akal said. “You don’t have to miss your brother—he’s always here, inside Dad.”

“Along with all your other brothers,” Slokus told Demikal. He grunted to himself again before he looked back up at Akal. All the movement in his belly, the fact that he had devoured his willing and eager son, and the large meal he’d consumed earlier…were all getting him in the mood. “I think it’s time I give you another batch of boys.”