Part 2

	If camping in unfamiliar territory is unnerving, then traveling with armor and no undershirt is horrendously uncomfortable. Not to mention whatever moisture was left over from having a pot of water dumped on the paladin Clexean. She kept reminding herself that the trip was only a few more hours before they arrived, but even then, that failed to properly encourage her. In-between the odd friendliness and cooperation of her once immature companions and any feeling of worthwhile sleep having been obliterated with being woken by having cold water dumped onto her.
	Despite their suspicious behavior she was thankful for it all the same, carrying the supplies in her current state would be a miserable task. She already had the weight of her armor and weapon, not to mention she had to annoyingly dedicated an arm to carrying her soaked shirt and undergarments. Normally she would be as alert as she could be, but her bare body against the plate armor was by no definition comfortable. Her scales uncomfortably shifted and rubbed against the cold metal, the edges of certain pieces tended to pinch or dig into her flesh some that would leave some sore scales.
	There’s the part of her mind that just constantly nags at her to simply remove the irritating armor. It’s a thought that constantly erupts, only to immediately be suppressed by her training. Besides, removing the chest plate would mean being bare from the waist up, and that was a position she didn’t desire to be in anywhere remotely near the wolf and lizard. The aforementioned males were walking ahead of her, something she’d normal protest but was too exhausted to argue over, muttering amongst themselves in their abnormally jolly way. It off put her for whatever reason, but she kept to herself, thinking about what needed to be done.
	Unfortunately, the paladin’s lack of focus would lead to her downfall. She had failed to notice the druidic emblems marked on nearby trees and hanging from high off branches. Such emblems would’ve warned her that they had veered from the proper path and off into the woods where wild men practiced foul magics on nature. Twisting the trees into altars to false gods and animals into beasts to be feared. Normally the chances of them encountering any kind of trouble would be extremely low, however these were no normal circumstances.
	Even though Yastara had water dumped on her, no proper washing had been done. As such both her and her soaked undergarments were giving off the exotic scents of the wolfish male who had violated her. Said scent was particularly aggressive against the senses of a band of nearby wolves. It was alerting and warned them of prey on their territory. It was no mystery to anyone that wolves do not take kindly to foreign scents, especially that of their anthropomorphic counterparts.
	It only took minutes for the pack of feral beasts to catch up to the trio, prowling behind them with some distance. The golden dragoness may have been slightly oblivious to where they were, but she wasn’t absorbed enough in her daydreaming as to miss the feeling of being hunted rise in her chest. For the young trained paladin this immediately meant trouble, and being off put already, this threw her over the edge. She immediately retrieved her sword from its sheath and assumed an excellent fighting stance. With a quiet hiss she had the other two males stop, warning them that something was off.
	The wolf pack however was also highly inclined when it came to instincts. They knew that the overgrown lizard knew, almost in unison they lowered to the ground just for a moment, observing their prey. Yastara carefully glazed over the forest with her brilliant emerald eyes, picking every detail apart to the best of her ability.
**13**.
She nearly dismisses it all as her own paranoias from a lack of sleep picking at her, but at just the last fateful moment her eyes meet one of the beasts. If it had been any darker or if she was at just a slightly different position, she would’ve never seen it. She can feel the rush of blood flood her mind and take over for just a moment before her training overrides it. Her boots dig into the ground some as she holds her blade ready, immediately warning her two companions to the presence of the wolves, and to prepare for a fight. If she knew about the emblems, she would know she’s better off running and fighting than attempting to hold her ground.
The moment that the beasts had found out that their prey had caught them, they instantly break out into a leap, charging at the trio. Yastara with sword in hand prepared herself, taking that last faithful free breath as the monsters erupted from the forest brush. Her focus homed in as she brought her sword above her and brought it down with terrifying force, slamming the blade into a leaping wolf and causing it to be bashed off to the side. Like an art she moved forward, brilliantly weaving her blade through the air to strike the attacking monsters.
If only she hadn’t forgotten her surroundings, however. With the beasts circling them and two unarmed companions, it was only a matter of time before one of *them* was attacked. The wolves already had a focus on the canine male, who let out a scream as one of the many beasts pounced upon him, causing him to fall backwards from the weight of the monster. Not only did the scream tear away Yastara’s focus, but the canine fell backwards right against her back, causing her to stumble forward and lose her fighting posture.
She attempted to recover as quickly as she could, but before she could even dig her boots back into the ground she was attacked from the side. A particularly large wolf slamming into her and taking her down to the ground and sending her blade out of her hand. The world had become a flurry amidst her fall before she hit the hard ground with a sturdy thud. With the massive weight that was the forest beast on top of her she quickly rolled onto her back and brought her armored fist against its jaw in a frightening punch.
In the moment she had broken its jaw and forced it off herself with the punch, another one had already closed in on her, sinking its teeth against her armor and tugging hard before she delivered another brutal blow to it. It was a pointless matter however, in the moment that she would strike one off, two more would come and tear at her limbs. Brutally yanking her around by her legs and arms. It was only a matter of time that the wolves managed to rip off a piece of armor. And they did, despite her fierce kicks and attempts to attack, almost no paladin could defeat the ravenous attacks of beasts like these on the ground.
She flailed and attacked to the best of her ability as she felt the weight of certain pieces of her armor get flung off her body. A bare leg, her lower right arm plates… Now their bites were starting to dig into her flesh, tearing and sinking into her with speed, easily drawing blood. The blood only **reinvigorated** them, they were going to tear the flesh off her bones now that she was missing most of her armor aside from her chest piece, a left boot, and a right gauntlet.
In a cruel sense she was lucky, for they would’ve ripped her to shreds had it not been for the canine in her company. It was only now she received enough of a break from the attacking wolves to hear the sickening sounds of flesh being ripped off bone. Everything was still a bit of a swirl, she could barely make out the screams of the lizard being torn into amongst flesh being feasted upon. Her chest plate felt unnaturally heavy as she attempted to breathe and think. She had to act, or they would all be dead. The paladin rolled over onto front and tried to pick herself up, but her arms felt so weak. Amongst the relentless attacks, a lack of sleep, and undoubtedly a concussion she found it nigh impossible to move quickly.
She shakily lifted herself onto her elbows and knees as she coughed up some blood, making a pathetic and slow movement over to her blade. She just needed to grab it, she just needed to stand back up.
Unfortunately for the young dragoness, her movement only drew their attention. One of the larger and older beasts of the pack who had already feasted to its fill. With no more desire to eat, it merely trotted over and examined her by, promptly, sticking its snout against her hind quarters. The feeling of its cold wet snout prodding against her made her immediately tense up. For only a moment fear flooded her body before she let out a shuddering pant.
She couldn’t fight it, not unless she wanted to die. She had to think of a plan, and for as long as it wasn’t attacking her, she had a chance. She merely… Froze in place, glaring at the sword that just a few more paces away. Attempting to devise a plan on what to do to get to it, or even what to do once she got it.
**Slllp!**
Yastara’s eyes shot wide as she felt the moist organ that was the wolf’s tongue run across her crotch, her body tensing up as her focus melted into trying to determine that was. It was made very clear very fast once another warm lick was brought against her privates, making her legs quiver some. It was only now that she realized she was almost completely bare and she had her hindquarters lewdly pointed towards the pack of wolves. She tried to suppress the sickening idea of a wolf lapping at her with its snout matted in the blood of her companions.
With a shallow breath the dragoness attempted to lower her tail to nudge the wolf out of the way, but upon feeling her scaled limb tap it on the head the wolf growled. Yastara was afraid of no animal making a fuss at her and continued to push down more until she heard more paws pattering on the ground. She *was* afraid of drawing more attention, and she realized that making this wolf growl was going to do just that. After all it would only take one hungry pup to turn their investigation into a feast.
Yastara cursed herself, she cursed these wolves, and she cursed her companions. She threw out every explicative she had the misfortune at hearing to these wolves in her mind. She hated the mere premise she lost to mere wolves, and that her companions could be, and most likely were, dead. Now she was suffering through the humiliation of loss by a filthy flea ridden and hideous beast taking an interest to her rear. She especially cursed herself what she was about to do, an idea so file to her she couldn’t even contain the pout at the premise.
The paladin let out a whimpering sigh as she slowly lifted her tail, prominently exposing her hind quarters to the wolf behind her like she was its bitch. She closed her eyes hard and bit her lip, she tried not to, but the image of herself on her elbows and knees, rear pushed out and tail held up high in the air for an animal kept running into her conscious. It was a filthy idea that brought the feeling of wanting to tear up to her mind. The wolf rewarded her with more quick laps against her crotch, each one a warm stroke against her entrance which sent the faintest of tingling sensations into her privates – Any idea of pleasure however was lost and decimated to her. She had steel her mind and remember what she had to do as she opened her eyes.
It was a mistake, to say the least. She saw another large wolf in front of her, glaring at her with amber eyes that looked oh-so familiar. She realized it was the one she first locked eyes with in the woods, it sent a silence rage down into her core as she looked at it scornfully. It was the other wolf drawn by the growling and padded over to her with made her sick. It smelled awful and looked just as terrible, the scent alone made her want to puke. She nearly did after seeing its snout coated in blood, dripping onto the ground, the blood of her two companions.
Her fists clenched, she wanted to rip its throat out as it got closer and closer, until it was right against her. Sniffing at her face, it would be so easy to kill it, but she would suffer the same fate, she knew. It took soft investigative sniffs at her maw and face before beginning to lick her, making her grimace in aggravation, nearly gagging on the scent of its saliva. The wolf kept licking at her lips, making her purse them tightly, unsure why it had such a fascination until she tasted it for herself – She had blood in her mouth. The wolf wanted it, and its licks were getting nippier, she knew that caving would be the only way.
Shakily the dragoness opened her maw, quivering and flinching a bit as the wolf lapped eagerly at her teeth and lips until she had her mouth splayed for the beast. Her legs shook with humiliating agony as she felt the beast demandingly lick inside her mouth, the taste of its saliva was repulsive, each lick causing the substance to drool into her mouth. Finally tears welled up in her eyes as the viscus fluid slid down her mouth, coating her tongue and making her suppress another gag. Its powerful overwhelming scent got worse as the substance pooled in her mouth, her eyes opening and rolling up a bit while her body trembled in response to the undesirable situation. She desperately wanted to vomit and then kill this wolf; the texture of its saliva was sickening as it pooled in her throat to the point she forcibly gargled on the thick substance.
She could feel taste and feel that mouthful of liquid as it swirled in her maw in a sickening manner. It wasn’t just its saliva, but also her blood… And the blood of her companions. The paladin could feel her esophagus begin to loosen and open as the desire to throw up got worse and worse until she finally had to rid herself of the substance. She waited for the wolf’s tongue to move out of her mouth before she pursed her lips yet again and swallow. It was a lot, and after sitting for so long it was at room temperature, so she felt it travel down her throat all the way down until it settled into her stomach. The moment she had gotten it down she began to cough and sputter weakly, thankfully the wolf seemed no longer interested in her maw.
The absence of disgusting drool in her mouth only made her focus returned to the wolf lapping at her loins. Despite the tensing of her muscles she could feel herself getting comfortable where she was. Well, as comfortable as one could be a wolf lapping at their crotch. It was good news to her, in meant soon enough she’d be able to move without exhaustion, and she’d be able to get her sword which glistened only a few feet away. She contemplated dropping the weight that was her chest plate but doubted she could beat the beasts unarmored.
She let out an annoyed sigh, thankful that the tears had left her eyes and she was fine again, just slightly annoyed. She could deal with this, the paladin would be fine, her god would surely forgive her, she just had to keep telling herself that. Little did she know that the scent of her companion was still thick on her, and it was annoying the mutts. It was the only reason they hadn’t gotten to properly mounting her, so naturally they had to rid the scent. The wolf that was formerly at her mouth stood next to her before raising a hind leg. The golden dragoness was completely oblivious as to what was going on until the wolf relaxed its bladder, sending warm urine splashing onto the dragoness’ back. Again, she tensed up, going so far as to hiss a bit as she inhaled sharply through her teeth and studied her resolve yet again.
It was hot and splashed on her back, running down the sides of her body and down her chest before dripping off her breasts and pooling in her chest plate. She could already smell the foul rancid scent as she hung her head in frustration – A huge mistake, as it caused the piss to flow down her snout and run across her lips before dripping down her chin. The scent was even worse up close and made her gag lightly before she lifted her head again and tremored slightly as the flow came to a stop. She had to wonder if she was being divinely punished, as if she had offended her god in some manner.
The paladin’s wandering mind was cut off as the wolf at her rear suddenly leaped up on her, placing its front paws on her upper back and causing her arms to instantly give out. Her face hitting the ground hard as she let out another whimper and a curse as she felt the dog’s front paws wrap around her waist. With no real knowledge of wolves or dogs she had no idea what exactly it was doing. That is until she felt its pointed tip tap her privates. Her eyes instantly shot wide as her claws dug into the ground, she couldn’t let this happen! She nearly broke out in a mad dash for her sword but managed to suppress it as she felt one realization crush her will:
**She had to let it happen.**
She couldn’t defeat these beasts while armored, with a weapon, and standing. Not to mention the distraction her companions where, how did she ever lose?! It was something so mind decimating to her it caused her to look up at the sky, but her gaze was stopped halfway as she saw a druidic emblem engrained on a tree. It all came rushing to her as she realized what was truly happening and what had happened. She began to curse everything in her head yet again before she suddenly lurched forward as the wolf thrusted forward and its tip hit its mark, pushing into her tight nethers.
The sudden sensation made her whimper as her claws dug deeper into the dirt. The dog needed no foreplay and kicked it to eleven as soon as its tip was inside her loins. It began to thrust rampantly, forcing her face against the piss mud below her. Its cock was unfortunately massive, and to unexperienced paladin, completely mind wrecking. What pleasure that was once destroyed by humiliation was completely undeniable, her loins stretched out painfully and clung to its cock with a near vice like grip. Each powerful thrust from the beast sent a shock of ecstasy that rushed up from her loins and struck her brain like a bell for pleasure.
She hated how her body was reacting, her loins growing moist and the thrusts making a soft pant escape her lips. It brought the tears back to her eyes as she bit her bottom lip. It didn’t last long as a particularly powerful thrust made her lurch forward again and caused a slight snap in her mind that made her jaw drop and a moan escape her lips. A blush flooded her cheeks as she felt the wolf’s bulbous knot slam against her cunt. Her pussy was squeezing and massaging the dog’s cock, practically forming it its shape. Each slam of its sizable knot against her entrance made her worry, it felt like someone trying to bash a rock into a small opening where it didn’t belong. But each thrust was coating her in her own lubricant, and its pre was only making her slicker. It was only a matter of time until.
**POP!**
She felt another lightning jolt of pure pleasure run up her spine that made the space under her scales tingle with delight. Her body was quivering as she felt the dog slowly sink into her, its knot forcing her wide open before her pussy clamped shut around the opposite side. Then came the pain, it felt like her loins were on fire, only worsened by the wolf’s rampant thrusting still going. Despite all of this, she could feel the sensation of an orgasm desperate to be let out slowly build up, her legs shaking violently before the wolf buried itself to her depths, its tip tapping her cervix before erupting. Its cock throbbed and tensed up as sticky *hot* jizz shot from its tip with extreme velocity, painting her insides. The warm filling sensation soothed her pain and the throbbing of all the meat locked inside her, pushing against her sensitive depths pushed the paladin over, her cunt squeezing the dog in a powerful orgasm as her eyes fluttered up some as she felt all that energy she had been working up to escape her body. Even then the dog was still filling her up, turning her womb into a pleasantly warm bath of puppy batter!
Yastara was in a daze state, not even entirely upset or cursing the beast, her orgasm leaving her buzzed in a high. Shakily she lifted herself from the piss-mud she was resting in with a weak cough, only for her head to collide with the soft under belly of another mutt. She was glaring face to face with its hanging erect cock, pre drooling like a soft stream as she felt it wrap its front paws around her chest. It took her a bit to realize she should in fact be panicking as she squirmed, but it was far too late, the dog was thrusting forward at her face, its pointed tip punching her snout with every thrust. She pursed her lips tightly, she would *not* open her maw for this mutt! That is, until it started growling with every thrust, she couldn’t help but panic then. She had to do it, else more wolves would come and she would have to suffer this unbearable humiliation further.
Reluctantly she opened her lips just a small tad, hoping she would get the wolf to be slow. But the moment her jaw was lose its massive throbbing member was forced past into her lips. A choking motion overcame her will as maw was spread apart by the fleshy length of canine cock. The pointed top was invading her throat as the mutt thrusted happily into her moist cavity, its paws wrapped around her tightly. Her mind was being filled with the rotten and heavy musk that her snout was buried up against, forced to watch the massive knot hit her snout with every thrust. With every painful hump of the mutt, she could feel more sweaty dog meat cover her tongue until it was being buried in her throat. Instinctively she began to choke quite violently on her aggressor’s cock, naturally her throat tried to swallow down the obstruction, causing a wonderful milking sensation along the dog’s cock as it brutally assaulted her throat.
Her eyes rolled up in her head as more of the putrid scent filled her nostrils. She was gagging and choking powerfully, wet noises and gulps filling the air as she felt the wolf’s pre slide down her throat. Her own spittle and drool was dripping down her cheeks as tears formed at the corners of her eyes before joining the puddle of piss-mud below her. This was fine though, she could handle this, she thought to herself only to have to jinxed. The dog suddenly and powerfully pushed against her lips and downward with such carnal and feral strength until there was an audible POP, followed by burning sharp pain. Her jaw distended as its knot pried her maw open and stuffed enough fat dog cock into her throat to finally block her airway. Just in time, too, as its cock throbbed heavily, and its knot inflated before its tip sprayed her throat with sticky corrupted dog cum which didn’t go down easy at all. Her eyes felt like they were bulging out of her head as agony flooded her body.
She attempted to tug herself off the knot, but her own teeth had it firmly locked inside of her mouth. She was stuck, trapped, and slowly suffocating on dog cock. Its taste and scent only became burningly more apparent as she desperately tried to calm herself as to not starve herself of oxygen. The dog unmounted her and looked off, like the one at her rear had. She lightly tugged some more, desperately trying to get off, so she can breathe, but oddly she felt its cock twitch within her maw. Her curiosity was quickly sated as its tip burst again, spray rancid dog piss down her throat with quite the velocity. Her resolve melted as her body weakened and slackened, going limp and lowering do the ground as she obediently sucked on its knot while it filled her stomach with its revolting urine.
As she slowly starved of oxygen, it wasn’t all that bad. It was kind of nice. She felt full, and quite warm. She had something to suckle on. Something to comfort and relax as her consciousness slowly dissolved. This was okay, she liked this, her moments suckling on the sharp-tasting flesh of a dog’s cock. Finally, after a few minutes her eyes rolled up and closed as she lost awareness.
She woke up.
It came as a surprise to herself, she woke up in complete soreness and exhaustion, barely able to fight off the darkness in the corner of her eyes as she stared up at the afternoon sky. She blinked weakly and attempted to move a bit but found her weakness overwhelming. She could taste nothing but putrid piss and cum on her tongue. She smelled like the musk of dogs, and her snout was glazed in dried semen. She closed her eyes again for a moment and rested, letting her body recover as she curled up in fetal position.
Once she had gotten back up, she stood shakily. Her abdomen was bulging slightly, and old puppy batter was dribbling down the inside of her thighs which led to her clenching them together lightly. Her chest plate was still full of dog piss, and the horrid smell filled the air as she weakly made her way around. With a weak limp she made her way to her blade and lifted it, it was far heavier than she remembered. Looking around she saw the wolves had left, she was free.
With a sense of duty Yastara corrected her path to the next village. She needed help, a priest, and a good bath.