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He rubs down my body, "Do you know why we take so many wives?"

I pouted, I don't want to think about them while he is one with me.

"Because mate, our sperm is so potent that it destroys a human woman's womb, children are rare among us, girls more so," He says as we both come down from our high. "If one is born the mother's womb will bear no more."

I understood now, it all made sense now. "There are no females left of our bloodline, It is our duty to sow our seed as much as possible, as many times as possible."

I don't see why he is telling me all this. I am a dog, though I like his cum I'm pretty sure it will destroy my insides because I have tainted blood, trash running through my veins. I'm not even sure others see me as human.

"As you can tell my brothers and I have no offspring yet."

He licks my face, "But my little Pet I will cum in you many times over if that is your wish, but I am afraid I can not breed you."

My heart sinks.

"I can not breed anyone anymore." His words trail off and I can feel how he feels. Sadness rushes through my very skin. "For my call to mate was stronger than my call to fuck and so it is done. I shall never breed another."

Wasn't that the same thing, mating, and fucking? I dont understand half of what he says. All I know is these men can shift, dont mate a single person, have no little to no offspring and when they do, they're male, there are no females left. All I have learned, which isn't much, is from the gossip from Nim.

"And even though you are mine and your body has taken me fully on you are too weak, too small to bear us a child."

I whimper my sorry to him, but he lifts my chin, "You are my mate do not downcast your eyes."

Why does he keep calling me mate?

"This will hurt, I am sorry," He offers me as he pulls out. I cry and go limp on the ground as he does so. He wasn't kidding. Suddenly I'm lifted, and he takes us back to the warm water. He twirls me around, and I lay back over his arm. I let my arms float, and the water flows through my hair. His other large hand runs up my body and between my breasts.

"You are beautiful my Pet, raw, natural, the beast inside me is drawn to you,"

I pull myself to him. No one has ever called me that. Ugly, dirty, flea-bitten but never beautiful. He smiles smugly, "You will not be able to walk tomorrow my Love."

Love, did he just call me love? I wonder if he gives all his playthings nicknames. I'm not sure if I like mine anymore. He sits me on the bank and grabs his pants that I never saw come off and puts them back on buckling everything back in place. I am ready for him to leave me there but to my shock, he picks up again after he puts his shoes on. "Come before the others come to look for us."

"You were looking, for me?" Iv never spoken so many words to another in my life.

"Yes Pet, now rest your head you have done well."

I slowly lay my head on his chest as he carries me like he always does back to camp. I fall asleep before we make it back.

When I wake I find myself on his furs, in his tent alone. Did I crawl here in my sleep or did he put me here? I itch to pull the braid out of my long brown hair that he has apparently put back in place and I do so before crawling or at least trying to crawl away from his furs. 

But it hurt bad and I whimper.

Moments later he rushes in, "What are you doing mate?"

I glare at him, why does he keep calling me that? He smiles again as if I am a meek cat and not a pissed-off dog ready to bite but then, of course, I hiss at him, like a cat. I'm also still very naked and not muddy naked, clean naked. 

"Lay down I told you that you would not be able to walk."

Fuck you buddy.

I look at the nest of blankets on the floor, and he sees me looking. He sighs and grabs them and drops them close to me, "You need to rest, nest if you wish here."

I look at him like he is nuts. He wants me, to build my nest, in HIS bed?

Nope.

I pin him with a death glare. Nesting is bonding, to nest in his bed is to say I am building a safe place for us, a home. Nesting is what one does for safety, for their other half, nesting takes time and love, and while mine is plain and straightforward, its mine because there is only me.

"Why do you look at me so mate, nest for I will warm you tonight."

My face softens, but I'm not sure I can. Nests are meant for lovers and for a pregnant female to breed and birth, well at least to me anyway. That has always been imprinted on me. The daughters of Nim do not do such things. But I am a dog, and they are women.

"Do as you wish my Pet," He smiles once more and leaves me and I look back at his furs. Moments tick by and I'm tired but my urge to nest is stronger, and before I know what I am doing I AM building a nest around his fur.

Damn instincts.

But never the less, I lay down, get warm, and fall back to sleep.