Submission
Imagine getting pounded into the ground by that beast. You stopped your half-hearted fight and just let the sensations take over... The heat of its body, the intoxicating stench of the fur, the taste of saliva. Despite only being an animal, he broke your will and now you're just a receptacle for its lust. Your body sends waves of pleasure and pain mixed as you feel his throbbing member going in and out of you. The mind might have refused this situation, but your flesh leaned into it. Your own genitalia betrayed any lies you might try to tell yourself, slowly poking out of its sheath slick with pre. Your last thought before going back to the blissful oblivion of mating was to compare the sizes of your members, and feeling that your new position was the only appropriate one. After all, your duty isn't to serve the master of the pack however he desires?