You try to shake off the wolves, but your body, while strong, is still adjusting to your new form. Your body is weaker than you'd like, and you're unable to free yourself. You roll a d20, getting a *12*.
The wolves, on the other hand, are powerful, experienced hunters. Their bodies are finely-tuned to conquer and dominate. They easily maintain their grip on you, their knots lodged firmly inside of you, refusing to let go. They roll a d20, getting a *19*.
As you struggle to free yourself, the wolves simply hold their ground, their knots pulsating within you, stretching and filling your new wolf-pussy. You can feel their warm, thick seed spilling into you, flooding your insides. You're not strong enough to break free, and the wolves don't seem to have any intention of letting you go. Your body trembles, a mixture of fear and pleasure coursing through your veins.
The wolves' dominance is undeniable, and you realize that you might be stuck in this position for a while. Your body, however, is not completely submissive. A part of you, a wild, primal urge, is thrilled at the idea of being pinned down, of being bred and filled by these powerful animals.
You could try again to shake them off, or you could surrender to your new, animalistic desires. The choice is yours.
You roll the d20 to resist, and you get a *15*.
The wolves, however, are relentless. They continue to hold their ground, their knots buried deep within you. They roll the d20 and get a *20*. CRITICAL SUCCESS.. That's NOT GOOD!
As you struggle against them, a change starts to occur within you. As they start to breathe on you, They pin you down, forcing you down as even your strong resistance falters.. No matter how hard you try.. it's Two against one.. And the pheromones and the cedar musk and heated rune helping encourage your body's instinctual sabotage, vs mental struggle isn't helping either.
With a horrified gasp, you feel a wet, sticky liquid begin dripping as your body enters HEAT! Your body feels hotter, and you can sense the heat building up inside of you. Your pussy starts to leak, a thick, hot fluid dripping down your legs, marking your territory. The scent is potent, a powerful cocktail of powerful hormones and pheromones, attracting other masculine animals to your presence, and also tending to addle them.. Making males feel more instinctually dominant, territorial, and rutting for dominance as the mere scent would seek to foster instinctually testrorone growth.. While your own hormones, muddied and mixed, seem to have your own masculine body's scents overtaken by your andromorph / cuntmale's pussy.
The wolves, sensing your heat, grow even more territorially aggressive, their balls drop lower and bigger, gulping up as instinctual cocktails of hormones flood through your both. Even your own body aiding in your own demise as the pheromones seek to try to trigger males to instinctually want to dominate you, claim you as their own, and breed you... The wolves thrust deeper inside of you, their knots expanding to fill your tight, wet insides. Their heavier, now grown from walnuts to tangerine sized balls, slapping against your hips as they both start instinctually growling at each other for dominance. Testrorone and estrogen cocktails flooding through you both.
You cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, your body quivering with each thrust.
The wolves continue to ravage you, their bodies a powerful, animalistic force. They don't seem to have any intention of stopping, and you can only hope that they'll eventually tire. In the meantime, however, your body is theirs to do with as they please. You're trapped in their clutches, and you can't help but feel a growing sense of excitement and submission.
As the wolves continue to ravage, the heat within you grows even stronger. And there's no going back. Your primal desires have taken over, and the wolves seem only too happy to indulge them.