InterLewd: Pack Bonding [❤️❤️❤️]

You are a lumberjack in Haven, one of the few brave enough to venture into the wilderness to cut down trees. The trees grow over the course of a week, which is handy, because everyone needs lumber. For paper, for construction, for fuel…it makes Haven go ‘round.

It’s a job that gets you respect, and more than enough tokens to live comfortably. The only problem is the awkwardness.

Your name is White, and you have a problem. When you first entered Haven, you were still recovering mentally from the whole ‘mining event’. What you do remember from your drugged up haze makes you not want to. Many people, including those from the various kobold packs that got pulled into the mess, did not survive.

You consider yourself lucky to be alive. More so because some of your pack survived, too.

Namely, your pops, Red. Who you work with.

You’ve heard rumors of what males had to go through to become citizens. You’ve met the result of Red’s fling. Maple is a sweet kobold girl, and it’s weird to think that she’s your half-sister. Weirder still is that your son, Laurel, is also her half-brother. And you’re not exactly excited to tell your pops how Laurel was born in the middle of an orgy of pregnant women.

Or how much you enjoyed it.

So, the four of you work around it. Because, hey, you’re a pack, and you work together to get that bag. Red doesn’t say anything when you and Laurel excuse yourselves to have wild sex deep in the forest.

And you don’t say anything when he comes out of his bedroom with him and Maple smelling of musk. You especially don’t talk about how much that scent drives you crazy. You borrowed Maple once and scissored her until you were sure you got your father’s musk all over your loins.

You know you’re not supposed to. Yet something about the forbidden nature calls to your feral side.

You’re thinking about all of this as you carefully whittle another idol. Kobolds like yourself have sharp claws that are good for digging and carving. Laurel and Maple like making idols of May, a talented woodshaper in her own right.

You prefer Quinn and her various aspects. The one you’re working on is what you imagine her hypermasculine kobold form to be. Similar to how she looked when she fucked you and the other women all at once, but more wolfish. Muscular, shapely chest, four arms, sexy vulpine head with her smirk, and a thick knotted cock right between her abs.

“What’s that, little one?”

You almost fall off the tree stump. Red was looking over your shoulder. You almost hide the idol, but the way he calls you little one…it comforts and angers you.

You’re not a pup anymore. You’re nineteen, darn it! But still…

“An idol.” Red realizes and you shrink away, ears folding back.

Your pop sits on the stump next to you. The two of you typically find an excuse to change the topic at his point. Except Red doesn’t. He pulls a different idol out of his pocket. Hourglass shaped, fat tits, wide hips, and same sexy vulpine smirk.

Quinn.

“Every kobold has to have a conversation with their pups at some point…” He starts.

Oh gosh. He’s going to give you the sex talk. He notices you roll your eyes and he clears his throat.

“Well, you’re grown. You know where puppies come from. Our…situation is a bit more awkward. When your mother died years ago, I knew I’d have to give you The Talk at some point. I also knew that, as alpha, I would have to eventually choose a bitch to join me at my side. Maybe two, if the pack grew large enough.”

You nod. You could see where this is going.

“You were going to tell me when you started dating again.” You finish for him. “Probably some speech about the strength of the pack. Except you never did. And now…”

“We’ve ended up rutting the same person. Became consorts to the same alpha.” Red sighs and caresses the idol.

That’s a bit of an old-fashioned way of thinking.

Many kobold packs in the past decades have settled down in fringe towns across Prillia and gave up the whole nomadic pack culture. Kinda hard with the knight orders roaming around looking for any chance to prove their worth. Most packs have either fled to the Boreal North or into the dragon lands to the south. It’s safer than getting hunted down by knights or evil wizards.

You should know. Your pack was reduced from nearly three hundred to barely over a dozen after you were captured by Hacksonville. The other packs that came through the area were dealt a worse hand.

Thank goodness for Quinn.

Not only did she save you, she gave you the choice to follow her. An easy choice for the more old-fashioned kobolds like Red. Quinn is strong enough to beat the last leader, Quinn offers protection, food, and guidance, therefore Quinn is the new alpha.

It wasn’t that hard a choice for the newer generation kobolds, either; you’d have a harder time getting into established cities than even goblins. Best not to talk about pack politics with your pops. That always starts an argument. On to an easier topic: who you’re bangin’.

Not just Maple and Laurel. You’ve been a horny bitch since Quinn took the chastity spell off, so sometimes you’re willing to pay with a blowjob instead of the tokens earned from selling your crafts.

Heck, when your pops goes to the bar, he only ever pays with his cock. Nothing to be ashamed of. Even if you go in there and get a bit too close to him after he downs a couple pints.

Just some petting. A little bit of feeling up.

“So…” You hum and nervously tap your leg. “Seven days with Quinn? Just all the guys, sharing her?”

“Yes, well…” Red’s tail wags. “It was like a series of lessons from her. The basics of recognizing a demon, introducing the variety of different jobs we can do around Haven, how to court females of every species.”

Woah, lucky. He got to rut Quinn in a whole variety of forms. Though the form she took with you and the other women…your tail starts wagging too.

“We got Quinn in all her glory.” You pant. “We were waiting for her together in a room all to ourselves. We learned from each other.”

Mostly how to pleasure women. You still talk to Felicity, a tall human girl that took turns using the strap-on with you. Sometimes you set play dates for Laurel with Felicity and Kalmia.

“She was gigantic. Thick muscles, fat boobs, perfect butt. You should have seen the cock on her—”

You stop. You’re talking about Quinn’s awesome dick with your dad.

“Her vagina was pretty awesome, too.” You add something he can relate to.

Red is quiet for a bit. He chuckles.

“Yes, it is. When she was minotauress, her huge breasts constantly flowed milk.” Quinn’s milk? It must make Thanksgiving’s taste like water in comparison. “The milk was even better after we ran a train on her. And she was tight. Especially when she was a goblin.”

You take a deep whiff, Red’s musk slowly settling on the clearing as he talked about her. He seems almost lost in the memories, his voice getting gravellier the more he talked.

“You know she tricked us into thinking we were at a hotel with an innocent goblin maid? She disguised herself and went to find each of us to suck our dicks dry, losing more of her clothes as she went. By the time she finished with the top floor, she had a collection of filled condoms. Then she gathered us all up and had us impregnate her several times. She was moaning about wanting sextuplets as we used every one of her holes. By the time she started giving birth, her limbs couldn’t reach the ground.”

Holy crap. The thought of Red plowing a goblin version of Quinn is setting your crotch on fire.  Maple and Laurel come back carrying a couple logs on their shoulders. They instantly perk up and grin at each other when they get close enough to feel your horniness. They put the wood on a pile with the rest.

“Hey you two!” Maple bounds over, Laurel hot on her heels. “Do we have enough yet? Or do we need some more wood~?” She eyes Red’s crotch.

You stop a growl from escaping your muzzle. The musk is driving you crazy. Maple is cute and all, but she’s also plush in the chest and butt while you’re still growing into your curves. Every movement of hers has some bounce, and it makes you wish your boobs hadn’t shrunk so much after you gave birth to Laurel. Her muzzle is wider than most Quinnborne kobolds, but she’s got big doe-eyes and fluffy ears that makes her all the cuter. It’s ridiculous that you’re jealous of her.

Your own half-sister/stepdaughter/fuckbuddy.

Red gets up and investigates the pile of lumber.

“Lots of young growth wood.” He nods. “Though I would have liked some stronger lumber.”

Laurel is shorter than your dad, and he’s got firm muscles under his silky black fur and a muzzle with a beautiful set of sharp teeth. You were a bit proud of the fine specimen Quinn gave you. Not that his physique helped him too much. The last time you convinced Laurel to get some old growth wood from deeper in the forest, he came back bloated with wolf cum. When you talked about it with your pop, he warned you that there was a clever old wolf deep in the forest. Maple already got caught by him.

“More than enough for the idols we’re selling to the tourists.” You say. “And maybe for some furniture. Nothing too big.”

“It would be nice, though.” Red holds up a larger trunk. “Word is going around of a contest with some interesting prizes.”

You’ve heard the rumor from Laurel. He heard from Peanut, who heard from August, that there was a secret prize pool. They don’t know what the conditions are for winning, but they all agree that Quinn rewards people who impress her.

“It’s kinda vague.” You subtly sniff the spot where your pop sat. “How are we supposed to impress someone who made her own reality and killed a magic cyborg vampire?”

“Little one.” Red stands up straighter. “If anyone can, the Crimson Claw clan can.”

You cringe.

Another problem you have with the whole ‘pack culture’ is the lack of choice when it really matters. You can deal with rule by the strong, but having to go by a cringy name that the alpha chose? You eye Laurel and he gives you the same uncomfortable look. Maple is all for it though, jumping in place and wagging her tail. There’s a term for people like her and Red…

“Didn’t the Crimson Claw dissolve when we joined Quinn?” You ask. “Leek became a bartender with his sisters, Rosie is helping Halloween’s imps on the farm, Tomtom started a band with his friends—”

You count the surviving members of the pack on your paws, but Red only thumps his chest.

“Sure, the wider pack is busy. The core, the heart of the pack is right here. You, me, and our…demons? Lovers?” Red scratches his head. “Honestly, I’m still struggling to figure out how to group you two.”

“Lord Quinn calls us her cute kids!” Maple beams.

Red looks between you and her and shifts uncomfortably.

“She also calls us her spawn, crotchlings, meatsticks, fuckholes…” Laurel is lying out of his ass after crotchlings.

“Doesn’t matter.” Your pops waves dismissively. “We’re a pack. You’re my packmates. Together, we can work together to make a sculpture that will be sure to wow Alpha Quinn. Because the strength of the pack is the kobold, and the strength of the kobold is the pack.”

“Well, a pack of four still can’t do anything impressive with this kind of wood.” You interrupt Red’s heroic speech. “Unless you think the four of us go deeper in the woods, find a suitable tree, chop it down, and carry it to the Primus River as we avoid all the creatures?”

“And the new demonic plants Lady Quinn brought back from Camelot?” Laurel adds in. “Not to mention Chompy?”

“Pshah, Chompy.” Red scoffs. “A lone wolf can’t compete against our pack.”

“Well,” Maple laughs nervously, “not a lone wolf. I know for sure he has at least two demonic hounds with him.”

Red stares at her for a moment. His eyes widen in realization. Wolf-imps.

“We can get some imps to help us out?” Maple offers.

She’s got a point. Imps can turn into birds to scout for the right tree. They can also help keep an eye out for Chompy, cut the tree down, and carry the tree back. You’ve heard some forest foragers pay them lots of tokens to even act as bait. All these are good points. Except…

“Not very remarkable work if we ask for help.” Your pops stubbornly crosses his arms. “And this is supposed to be a pack activity!”

“We could make our own imps.” Maple smiles sheepishly as Red stares at her. “If White helps, we can make at least six in an hour. They’d be part of our pack!”

“Especially if we fuck next to each other.” Laurel nods. “Impregnation is more likely if at least one female nearby is already pregnant.”

Oh. Wow.

Your pops is not happy. He rubs his eyes and takes a deep breath. He puts his paws on Maple and Laurel’s shoulders.

“Listen, you two. It’s tricky for mortals to have intercourse knowing family is nearby. It’s har-difficult for us to even talk about sex.” He stops himself from saying ‘hard’. It’s borderline impossible to convince demons of something once they get distracted with innuendo.

“My daughter and I recently made a breakthrough talking about our experiences with Quinn. Still, it’s going to be a while before you can even give me a BJ while she’s in the same room. Maybe years. So when I say ‘Laurel and I will not fuck you two at the same time’, I mean it. Even if it means we can’t make a sculpture for Quinn.”

“Pops.” You groan. “I can have imps if I want.”

“You can make imps with Laurel on your own.” Red is firm. “But not with my help. Not where I can see you get—”

“But Reeeeeeeeed!” Maple whines. “As the oldest fertile female, White is the top bitch in the pack. You have to be there for her when she’s pregnant!”

You blush. She’s technically right.

“No matter how much you twist pack rules, I’m not changing my mind!” Red snaps.

You are Quinn and you have a problem. You’ve done an awesome job with trade so far, collecting gold and DESIRE by the barrel. Quick-growing lumber, magical plants, fruits, and drugs are easily sold to people from both sides of the portal. There’s one thing you thought you’d be able to sell quicker.

Succubus milk. Also incubus semen. Really, any demon byproduct. Mortal semen and milk is still in high demand among your demons, but you underestimated how much you could sell demon semen and milk.

The potent aphrodisiacs sell for more than their weight in platinum at Nancy’s Tavern. And though there are no buyers (yet) in Prillia, you slowed down sales to not drown the market. They’re valued for more than just their sexy properties. Apparently, they make good alchemical ingredients.

The issue is that you can get it easily. Heck, you're the most potent source!

You’ve got massive stores of the stuff. You’re not sure what to do with it. Until you realize: you still have to make some weather patterns. Why not just let it rain?

You applaud your genius and set up the first drizzle. Not where there are too many people. Too much fucking in the street can slow down circulation and would likely affect the visitors with censor-glasses. You have to keep the public sex to a level where there's no slippage and accidental exposure is at a minimum.

You don’t want to blow their minds just yet. It'll be trickier when more people come through Haven, but that's a problem for later.

How about…the forest? Not a lot of people there.

You’re frustrated that Red is being such a jerk about this. He doesn’t even need to show you his dick, just…you know, fuck Maple.

As Laurel fucks you.

As close to Maple as possible.

…You know, yeah. That’s gonna be a big step from enjoying pop’s musk and feeling him up when he’s drunk. Just as you begin to have second thoughts, you feel something land on your head. A drop?

You look up, a strange pink cloud forming over the forest. The pitter-patter of rain lands on the canopy. White liquid falls from the sky in a light drizzle and it smells…familiar? Like a mix of all sorts of different demons.

Your crotch glistens, then drools, then flows fervently in your pants as you’re soon covered in a rich cocktail of aphrodisiacs. You pant loudly, the smell of rain is replaced by the poignant reek.

Red’s musk.

Your pops is also struggling. His cock is threatening to break out of his pants and he’s trying not to look at you. Maple is pulling his pants down to help him out and he’s wavering. In a huff, you grab Laurel by the paw and lead him to the stump. You fling off your clothes with a grin and present your bare body to him.

And Red.

You stick your tongue out and pull Laurel onto the stump, then push him onto his back. You sniff at his crotch, eyelids fluttering as his incubus pheromones sets your body ablaze with lust. Unzipping his pants as you pull off your own, you send a few cursory glances to Maple and Red.

Your succubus half-sister is nipping at your father’s neck, his head stretched back and eyes tightly shut as she slowly jacks him off. You feel the blush break through your fur, the sight of the hefty cock sending you into more of a frenzy.

Lucky for you, you’re straddling another red rocket already! You don’t even bother to take off your thin black thong; you move it aside for the fun. You rub the cock across your folds, biting your lips every time you tease the tip. Maple has moved down to Red’s crotch, slowly licking his dick. Every now and then, she turns to make sure you’re paying attention, wagging her tail when you send her a satisfied smile.

You lower yourself on Laurel’s thick length, shuddering moans becoming louder with every inch. Red is turning his head away, but his meaty cock is aimed directly at you. Maple shows it off to you, wiggling it around so you can appreciate your pop’s impressive member.

You’re so horny seeing her play with it. That hefty knot, the bright red dick, even his delicious testicles, the very origin of your being, begging to unleash inside you. You imagine it being inside you as you tease your clit on Laurel’s knot, your modest bust bouncing around as you work yourself lower.

Until finally your pussy envelops Laurel’s engorged knot with a loud pop.

“Yes~! Get that thick cock in me!”  Red’s ears bend back but his cock twitches eagerly.

You ride Laurel, your hips rolling rhythmically over his crotch so that every inch of your insides gets a chance to kiss it. Laurel reaches to massage your tits, but you push his hands away and ride him harder, moan louder, letting every screech of pleasure and moan of desire you’ve pent up be heard by Red.

He’s gritting his teeth, though that could be because Maple has shoved his dick down her snout. His hips buck on their own, Maple’s tail wagging so hard you think she might break it as she rubs her soaked crotch on the ground.

The pressure builds inside you and your whines accelerating…and Laurel’s cock erupts inside you, his demon semen stuffing up your insides.

“Yes~!” You scream when you feel the first wave of cum, and the second, and the third… “Yes! Yes! Yeeeesss~!”

You pat the small bulge in your stomach, feeling the warm cum collect inside you. You snicker as Red jolts from the sounds you made. Watching the cum erupt from Maple’s mouth gives you a strange sort of satisfaction.

Maple pulls herself off Red’s dick and gives you a wink.

“Ah, darn!” She says. “No imps yet. How about you two?”

“Nothing y-yet!” Laurel stutters as you gyrate your hips to swirl his cum inside you.

“I’ll lead you to a better position, Red.” Maple takes his hand and pulls him in wide circle around the stump. “You can put an imp or three in me easier without hearing your daughter riding Laurel.”

“Yeah, right!” Red scoffs. “I’m not opening my eyes; I can still smell her under all the sex!”

He could smell you? A thrill thunders in your chest. He knows your scent, your intimate scent.

“Well, yeah!” Maple explains. “She came everywhere, you should have seen it! Here, lemme get into position and you can try and smell her.”

Maple waves her hands and the smell around her is muted. She nods at Laurel and he casts another spell. He motions for you to make room on the stump and the two of you move in an awkward tangle of limbs connected by your crotches. There’s no noise as you move, and a sly smile grows on your snout when you realize what’s going on.

Clever demons.

Maple leads a disoriented Red to the stump and pulls off her low-cut shirt, silently teasing you and Laurel by squeezing them together before she presses herself down and raises her butt in the air. She wags her tail and pulls off her panties, letting her musk lead Red to her.

“Better?” She giggles.

Red sniffs the air and his ears twitch. His closed eyes pass over you several times, your pussy liquid dribbling down Laurel’s balls every time. Red can’t hear you, he can’t smell you, and he won’t see you. Laurel pats you on the head and gently pushes you down so that you’re taking the same pose as Maple when you face her.

“Yeah. I’m still not opening my eyes.” Red huffs. “Knowing you, we can see Laurel rutting my precious daughter in between the trees.”

“What? Noooo…”

You grin, the lust overtaking your senses. Both mating pairs are in a mirrored doggy style, Maple’s snout just inches from your own. She winks at you and slaps her ass in invitation.

“Why don’t you get to stuffing my pussy with your virile, thick, incredible cock?”

Red’s husky chuckle sends another excited thrill through your sex. He lays a hand on Maple’s thigh and you gasp when you feel Laurel mirror him. Since Laurel’s knot is still firmly inside you, you aren’t treated to all the teasing Red gives Maple.

You feel it vicariously as he explores every one of her curves with his dick before pushing himself inside her. His caresses on her back, the nibbling on the back of her neck, the licking right under the armpit, Laurel mimics it all, twisting you into pleasure.

Quinn taught him well.

He bumps his knot into her pussy bit by bit, Maple’s o-face twitching closer every time his knot gets deeper. Laurel’s dick spears into you to match, your folds tightening on him with every subtle movement.

Red finally pushes his knot all the way into Maple, her ahegao in full display before you. You can’t help yourself; you kiss her and stifle her yelp.

“You’re tighter than usual!” Red laughs, sharp jaws revealed with his predatory nature. “And you’re keeping quiet. How close are we to White?”

Maple breaks the kiss, catching her breath as the both of you get dicked faster.

“F-far enough!” Maple eyes you. “She’s making lots of faces and noise, but we can’t hear her from here.”

She’s right, you’ve been moaning and begging for cock this entire time, your expression twisted into one of slutty pleasure. But nobody can hear you. You’re having sex in front of your pops and he doesn’t even know. The thought alone makes you climax again, your love juices collecting at your feet.

“Don’t tell me about it.” Red grunts and increases the pace, sending Maple swooning.

“B-b-but didn’t y-you say you thought she looked nice in a thong?” Maple stutters and your heart swells.

“I said she attracts the wrong -unf- kind of attention!” Red squeezes his eyes shut tighter.

“Like your c-cock?” Maple says. “I felt it harden when you—YIPE~!”

Red frowns and cuts her off by thrusting into her even faster. Laurel shivers as he unloads another heavy dose of dickcream inside you, but you don’t even get a chance to enjoy it because he starts up again to catch up to Red. You’re panting, claws digging grooves in the stump. Your insides flooding with cum only makes you hornier as you look up to Red’s scrunched face. You’re imagining his cock is the one inside you. His dirty talk only makes it better.

“You damn slut! How ‘bout I stuff you with enough imps to find a tree ourselves? Like that, cock-hungry bitch?!”

His slap across Maple’s ass is reflected on your own and another climax thunders through you. Your eyes roll back, you and Maple kissing and licking each other’s muzzles every time you’re thrust together. Pleasure blinds you and all you can think about is how much you want Red to fuck a litter inside you.

Laurel’s claws tighten around your waist. No, not tightening. You’re growing thicker. Pleasure thunders through you again and again as you realize you’re getting pregnant, squeezing Laurel’s cock for every drop of semen that erupts from him. Your belly swells and your body rises off the stump, your modest grapefruit tits growing into leaky melon-sized boobs.

Spittle flies from your mouth as you silently scream in pleasure. Maple licks your face, then your neck and tits as you slowly grow out of reach. Laurel, loyal to the cause, keep fucking your puffy pussy even as your hips widen. Your thong digs into your hips and garrotes your sex for a few moments before finally snapping off. Your pussy opens up enough for the cum stuck inside you to squirt out with every thrust. And while your hands are busy feeling up your sensitive maternal curves, your eyes are only on Red.

His muscular frame as he plows Maple. The hints of his thick red rocket hiding between him and Maple. His ferocity, his words, the rumbling voice…you need daddy’s dick inside you. He needs to bless your litter with his cum.

“Too late!” Maple giggles and waves her hands, releasing the scent barrier. “She’s already round with im-imps. If only you could see White now, tit-ts spraying milk and ass high in the air.”

“Shut up!” Red’s growls send vibrations across your body, your very essence recognizing a true alpha.

You’re hit by each other’s musk, his ripe and rich, and yours fertile and fucked. Red thrusts into Maple harder, maddened by lust. Laurel, through some titanic effort, lifts your swollen body up by your knees and brings you closer to Red. You stretch you neck, bob your boobs, reach with your arms, anything to touch Red, but Laurel keeps you just out of reach. You whine and moan, not capable of much else as Laurel bounces you on his cock.

“Then shut me up with a kiss!” Maple barks and twists around. “Stuff me so that neither of your daughters can move!”

Red roars and leans down to kiss her. Laurel was ready, and shoves your snout in his face. You meet your pop’s mouth and exchange a kiss that lasts forever. Your entire body is blazing with lust, Laurel continuing to shove himself deep inside you to match Red’s pace.

You moan loudly in his mouth and are pulled away just as the two males finish inside you and your half-sister. She bites her arm and her eyes roll back, her body changing to accommodate the pregnancy. There’s a snap and the sounds return just as Laurel pulls you back. Red is surprised to hear an echo of flesh slapping on flesh and opens his eyes.

His jaw drops when he sees you, swollen with imps, cum splattering out of your used pussy grinning stupidly at him and giving him victory signs. Your incubus pulls out and gently lays your shuddering body by Maple’s side, her breasts and swollen belly heaving. Red pulls out of the swelling succubus and struggles to piece together everything that just happened.

You and Maple help each other to your knees, the sparking pleasure of imminent birthing upon you. You exchange a kiss, giving her a taste of what she’s given you as her paws rub your wet cunny. Your mind grows fuzzy under the ecstasy, more as you caress and grope each other’s pregnant bodies.

The rest is a blur. People sucking on your leaky nipples. The mountains of pleasure as you give birth to three imps. Sucking an incredible cock while you enjoyed those highs. Getting your holes used again and again by your new children.

When you come to, you’re covered in a blanket and Red is struggling not to look at you. Laurel and Maple lead six canine-type imps to move ahuge tree trunk into position.

Was it a dream? The dried cum in between your legs is a familiar sensation by now. You blink a few times and force yourself not to blush.

“Looks like we have what we need.” You walk by Red.

“…Yup.” He’s still not looking at you.

Maybe clear the air. You pat him on the back. He’s tense.

“Chill out, pops. We’ve seen each other naked before.” Sometimes without him knowing.

“This wasn’t a wardrobe malfunction like the last couple times.” He probably still thinks Maple was the one who sabotaged his clothes. “I saw you naked, getting fucked, pregnant, giving birth…”

“And we kissed, so what?” You shrug like it wasn’t the best kiss you’ve ever had. “There was some lusty rain, we got what we needed out of it, and we kissed a little bit. Barely anything more than heavy petting.”

Red sighs heavily. “I suppose.”

“Plus, look at us now!” You wave your paws to the eight demons. Your children, your lovers. Your pack. “We’re ten strong, worth a hundred others.”

“You do have a point.” Red rumbles and you hold the blanket tighter to yourself. “This is the start of a powerful pack.”

It’s nice to lift Red’s spirits. A part of you, feral and perpetually horny, swoons. You’re the alpha’s first bitch.