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. 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. And still we pulled ourselves together, until it finally squeezed itself enough to be forced into me. I got up, and he immediately laid down where I had just been, and I realized he wanted me to ride him. 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. 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
