I was now working 6 werewolves to completion at the same time. Quite a bit of a step up from 2 or 3, but as my time was running out, I could not afford to work my way up, and there was a small part of me that wanted another orgasm the likes of which I had while being double fucked. How they sorted themselves out, I didn't know, nor did I care, so long as they did. However it seemed fate had one last suprise in store for me. This entire night, I had resisted whenever a werewolf had tried to knot my face, pulling away or turning to prevent a lock in my mouth. This newest one seemed to have realized this, and was determined to conquer this hole that had resisted thus far. Instead of growing his knot outside, he crammed himself down my throat before his knot had begun to grow into its full size, and held it there, forcing my jaw to stretch out to accommodate this obscene intruder. Letting loose a howl of victory that was quickly picked up by the rest of the pack after having finally completely broke in the packs newest bitch. Tears formed in my eyes as I felt my jaw creaking and groaning as it was pried farther apart. I reckoned I looked like a snake trying to eat and egg. When I was beginning to fear having my jaw ripped apart by the massive knot, it stopped swelling, but I knew that my task was just beginning. With the knot being firmly lodged inside me, the werewolf wasn't going to be able to preemptively pull out before he finished properly draining his nuts. I just hoped that he would be the only one, because with as much as they let out, I did not want to know what happened if too many of them followed suit.
With my burning lust far outdoing the pain in my jaw from its visitor, I lost myself in that entanglement of limbs and burning loins, eruption after eruption of pleasure I endured, and after 20 I stopped counting how many loads I had in or on me. Letting them have their way with me, I was left to my own twisted desires, feeling as multitudes of dicks were thrusting in and on me. As I felt time running out though, I frantically ground harder, as though I was beginning to run out of dicks and wanted them to last long enough until I was stated. Finally though, enough had been drained that I was staring down the last werewolf. Judging by his size, he had to be the Alpha of the pack, and he was sporting an equally impressive dick. His shaft alone was about as large as some of the knots at its thickest point, and the knot hasn't even started to swell yet. Nervous at the size, I noticed he seemed to be waiting for me to do something. I got up, and he immediately laid down where I had just been, and I realized he wanted me to ride him. Facing him, I straddled his hips, and faced a decision, where in the hell do I put him. Given his size compared to his lesser brethren, I deemed it necessary to put him in my ass, hoping that when his knot grew, it wouldn't be damaging, since my healing potion had to be running out soon. Raising myself over his fully extended rod, I pushed the tip in, and started easing my way down. Despite knowing the size difference, it was still suprising at how well he stretched me out. When I felt his swollen nuts smack against my cheeks, I paused, taking into account I had just taken the whole thing. Raising myself back up until about a quarter of his shaft had slid out, I slipped back down to the base, and slowly began working up a rhythm to his ride. Suddenly, the sun rose outside, and the cave began filling with soft light. I looked to the outside in sudden hope, before being brought crashing back down as the Alpha grabbed my hips and slammed me back down. Right, I thought to myself, just one last load before I run, and begun picking up the pace.
Eventually, I felt his knot start swelling, and knowing that he was going to be far larger than the rest of his pack, I did not want to let it grow to the point it would damage me when it would invariably get forced in. Raising myself up until about a third of his dick remained inside me, I brought myself down with as much force as I could reasonably bring, and thankfully the knot slipped in without too much problems. However, he was not satisfied with this. Grabbing ahold of my hips, he forced the knot back out of me, and started bouncing me hard upon him, all the while, the knot continued swelling. Once it had reached the size of a very large orange though, he brought me back down, and started trying to squeeze it back inside me. I began to groan as I felt the full size begin to split me apart, and quickly realized that if I couldn't take it fast enough, there was no telling what it would do to me. It was right on the verge when I began to fear for bodily harm when it slowly popped in, and blessed sweet relief coursed through me now that it wasn't trying to rip my ass apart. Exhausted both physically and mentally, I collapsed on the furred and surprisingly muscled chest of the Alpha, as he began to pour his load with the countless others before him. All the while, I stared at the entrance to the cave as daylight grew brighter and brighter. When his knot started to deflate, I became eager to get off this ride. During all of this, he had kept his hands on my hips, and when I slipped off, I found out why. Instead of being a one and done deal like the rest of the pack, he was getting multiple rounds in with me. As I got up, he forced that oversized puppy maker right where I did not want it to go, right into my tight womanhood. When he was in my ass, it was much easier to dent the pleasure I was feeling, given it was purely psychological, but when he crammed it into that quivering mess, it was quickly brought to the forefront. There was no control on my end, he was forcing me up and down all to his preference. But even worse, I did not feel the scratches from his claws healing, and my ass was not closing back up like all those times before. Panic set in, because here I am, taking the largest of all the pack, and if there was any chance of a critical injury, it would be now. Knowing this though, did nothing since I was not the one in control of the reins here, I just had to hope and pray nothing worse happened. Even with being overfucked, I could feel another orgasm building, and given that his knot was growing, he to was closing in to the finisher. His already frantic pace picked up, and I had to shut my mouth for fear of biting my tongue off while moaning. One final thrust, and then we were matched in our attempts to knot, he to finish the deed, and me to force it in before it grew too large. But even with that, it was no use, so he resorted to extreme measures. Pulling me up until all but the tip was out, he pulled me down while pushing his hips up, and managed to almost get his knot into me. And still we pulled ourselves together, until it finally squeezed itself enough to be forced into me. Immediately I erupted in pleasure, my legs giving out on me, my entire body spasming. However, I still had another issue, if he went for one more round, I would not have the state of mind to free myself from this den when freedom came, so despite all my pleasure, I used every bit of strength I had left, to squeeze down with everything I had on his dick, and started grinding. The pleasure was secondary, I kept telling myself, I just needed to make sure there was no round 3. And judging by the increased twitching I felt, and the groan that passed from his mouth, I was successful, but still I kept up with that grinding, for however long it took.
All I know is when I was finished, I was lying on my side in a rapidly cooling lake of semen, my stomach swollen to the point I looked like I was pregnant and screaming a warning that it would be violently ejecting it's contents soon, and a stiff and sore jaw. While I did not really feel up to it, I got up with a groan, grabbed my pack, which had been left entirely alone with a much more interesting subject having been at hand, me, and stumbled out of the cave, because if I didn't get out then and there, I was never going to get out. Before long, that stumble turned into a run. Did not know where I was running, but as long as it was away, I didn't care. About a mile from the den that warning came into fruition, and had I thought it was bad going down, it was even worse coming up, but the pressure had to be relieved. After waterfalling semen out of me for a minute straight, I finally stopped, wiped my hand against my face, which did nothing since every inch of me was still coated, grit my teeth, and continued running until I found a stream. Leaving my things sitting on the ground, I waded out into the cold current, and wished I had the strength to let myself drown.