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. 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. During all of this, he had kept his hands on my hips, and when I slipped off, I found out why. Suddenly, the sun rose outside, and the cave began filling with soft light. 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. 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. 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.
