Furry World/Male Raccoon/Tunnel 2-2: The giant wolfess drags you the rest of the way inside

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The feeling of your body entering her cervix causes Sevrita to cry out and spasm again, a second powerful climax rushing through her body. Your body is bathed even more in her copious fluids, every square inch of you absolutely soaked through with her musk. You think to yourself that you'll never get it all out of your fur.

But then you notice that those contractions are continuing to push you in deeper. You don't know how it's possible, but just like her soft pussy lips, the muscular entrance to her womb is starting to stretch around you as her muscular vagina drags you deeper. Before long, it squeezes around your waist, not too hard, but firmly enough that you would no longer be able to free yourself. More harsh ripples push you further inside, and then you feel the wolf's finger pressing against your head to speed you along. That ring envelops your chest, then cinches down on your neck - if it weren't for Tara's spell, it would be threatening to suffocate you. Another firm shove from that finger, and the entrance expands once more to pull your head inside.

You are now inside the most intimate part of the wolfess's body. Her heartbeat surrounds you. The walls of her womb cradle you softly, feeling almost fluffy and snuggly. It's hot, but cozy, and you feel so at peace now. Yet still extremely horny. And you can feel the wolf gyrating again as she continues to play with herself, making herself cum again.

As you lie there stroking your cock in this warm chamber, you feel something bump against your cheek. You reach up to touch it and feel a soft, spherical mass. Then another one touches your arm, a third brushes against your leg. Several more touch other parts of your body.

You realize that you're being surrounded by the wolf's eggs. No wonder she was so horny! She's in an intense, uncontrollable heat, undoubtedly due to all the hormones in her milk coursing through her body too. You feel more of those eggs starting to surround you, perhaps a dozen or so by now. The realization of what's happening suddenly triggers the most feral part of your brain, and you use both hands now to squeeze your cock from base to tip, thrusting into them as hard as you can. More eggs bump against your arms, one getting tucked under your tail. You cry out in the limited space as you hit your peak, and your cock explodes like never before!

It seems the powerful aphrodisiac in all that milk you drank earlier is now serving its ultimate purpose. The wolf's overstimulated ovaries produce more and more of those eggs, starting to push them into her womb like a dense foam. They surround your body, squishing all around you from every angle. There must be hundreds of them now!

And as your hips jerk and spasm repeatedly, spurt after spurt of hot white semen blasts from your swollen rod, painting the cloud of eggs with your potent sperm. Your seed spreads through the crowded chamber, each new burst ensuring that every single egg around you is fertilized with your DNA.

The eggs continue to multiply, the pressure growing around you. Whatever is left of your rational mind boggles at the thought that you must be impregnating this giant wolf with hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of newly fertilized eggs. How could she possibly sustain that?

Yet, another thought enters your sex-addled brain: As you send more bubbles of sperm into the masses of giant eggs that are now threatening to crush you, you think, These are my children.

You bring your arms together into a hug, embracing an armful of those future babies as the space closes around you. Infinite breath spell or not, the pressure on your body cuts off your circulation. Your cock continues to eject your virile seed to further saturate all the new eggs joining the party, but you drift off to sleep, your dying mind filled with images of the giantess's massive brood of cubs.

Your last thought wonders what happened to Tara.

Furry Status (Shadow)
Health 100 Equipment:

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Gender Male
Species Raccoon
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