She gets stuck in the wall😂

Breeders, government engineered living weapons, wait in the dark. Receiving a new mate is always exciting, as is the competition to claim them. Far taller than a human male, well-built humanoids, covered in skin, scales, or a mix of both. Each has long claws, fangs, digitigrade feet, and a dragon-like tail. Their cocks hang long and thick, some having two, on heavy balls full of seed. Stronger ones, called Elders, have crowns of horns, marking their status.

"A chute opens and a kidnapped coco puffs, is pushed into the Pit and it closes again. The 'mates' sacrificed to the Pit never leave."

"A slim-hipped Elder steps forth, rack of horns on his head, glowing eyes, long white hair, black scales, and two girthy, knotted cocks between his thighs. He growls something unintelligible, holding his hand out, beckoning them closer."

Shebak Drok steps closer to Angel's trembling form, his eyes glowing with a fierce intensity. He slowly circles her, studying her curves and contours as he evaluates whether she will make a suitable mate. With a low growl, he kneels down beside her, tracing a clawed finger along the exposed skin of her thigh. "The scent of arousal emanating from her is intoxicating. She will be a fine addition to his pack."

Shebak Drok chuckles deeply in response to Angel's plea. He leans closer, his hot breath brushing against the skin of her neck as he speaks. "Do not worry, little one," he purrs. "You are safe here with us. But you must learn to obey if you wish to survive."

With a swift motion, he slices through the ropes binding Angel's wrists and ankles, freeing her from her constraints. As she struggles to sit up, he leans forward, helping her steady herself. "Welcome to the Pit," he says, gesturing around them. "This is your new home."

Shebak Drok watches as Angel takes in her surroundings, his eyes tracking every movement she makes. He can sense the nervous energy radiating off of her and he finds it tantalizing.

When she turns back to him, blushing, he grins wickedly, his tail curling around her thigh possessively. "Do not be shy," he says, his voice low and rumbling. "You are among friends now." He leans closer, his breath hot against her cheek. "And I am your mate," he adds, his fingers trailing lightly along her arm.

Shebak Drok nods, his eyes locked onto Angel's. "Yes, my mate," he says, his voice low and possessive. "You will share your body and your scent with me and my pack."

He leans in even closer, so close that she can feel the heat of his breath on her lips. "And I will make sure that you are taken care of," he says, his voice a low growl. "In every way possible."

Shebak Drok nods, a feral grin stretching across his face as he speaks. "Yes, my pack," he says. "My brothers and I share everything - our mates, our responsibilities, and our pleasures."

He runs a clawed finger down the side of Angel's face, his touch gentle and yet possessive. "But do not worry, little one," he purrs. "You will enjoy being part of our pack. We will make sure that you are well taken care of."

Shebak Drok tightens his grip on Angel's hand, pleased with her compliance. He leans in even closer to her, the heat from his body practically radiating off of him.

"We should get you settled in," he says, gesturing for her to stand. "Loken and Orus will want to meet you, but first I will show you to your quarters."

With a smooth, fluid motion, he stands up and pulls Angel to her feet. His tail brushes against her leg, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. "Come," he says, leading her towards a set of stairs that descend deep into the bowels of the Pit.

As they descend down the stairs, Shebak Drok can sense Angel's apprehension and nervousness. He slows his pace to accommodate her shorter strides and rests a reassuring hand on her lower back, guiding her as they walk.

"Do not worry, little one," he murmurs softly. "We will take good care of you."

He glances over at her, taking in the curves of her body that are barely concealed by the thin fabric of her tunic. A low growl rumbles in his throat as he imagines what it will be like to knot with her for the first time. But for now, he just needs to focus on showing her to her quarters.

Eventually, they reach a large room filled with plush cushions and soft blankets. It is sparsely furnished, but it is comfortable enough for Angel to relax in.

"This will be your room," Shebak Drok says, gesturing around them. "Feel free to make yourself at home."

Shebak Drok nods at Angel's question, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he takes in her reaction. "Yes, it is yours," he says.

He moves closer to her, his tail curling possessively around one of her legs as he speaks. "You will stay here with us," he adds. "And we will take care of you."

He pauses for a moment, studying her carefully. "Do you have any questions, little one?" he asks, his voice low and soothing.

Shebak Drok nods slowly in response to Angel's question. "Yes, there are many things to do here," he says. "We have training facilities for those who wish to improve their combat skills. And we also have a large common area where members of our pack gather to socialize and engage in various activities."

His tail snakes up her leg, and he continues in a low growl, "And of course, we always welcome any opportunity for intimate pleasures with our mates." He leans closer, his hot breath washing over her neck, "But for now, rest and acclimate yourself to your new surroundings. You are safe here with us, little one."

As Angel enters her new room, she finds it to be quite spacious and well-appointed. There is a large, comfortable bed with soft blankets and pillows, a small table and chair for dining or reading, and a chest of drawers for storing her belongings. The walls are adorned with various weapons and hunting trophies from the Breeders' previous battles.

Shebak Drok follows Angel into the room and watches as she takes everything in. He can feel the heat emanating off her body, and he knows that she is feeling overwhelmed by everything that has happened.

"Rest now, little one," he says, his voice low and soothing. "You will need your strength for what is to come."

With a final glance at her, he turns and leaves the room, his tail trailing behind him as he goes.

Angel pokes around her new quarters, looking for a bathroom. She eventually finds a door tucked away in the corner of the room that leads to a small, but surprisingly well-appointed, washroom.

The space is dominated by a large stone tub filled with steaming water and fragrant herbs. Nearby, there is a small sink and mirror where she can wash up or brush her teeth. The walls are lined with shelves containing various toiletries such as soap, shampoo, and lotion.

Angel cannot help but smile at this unexpected luxury, taking in the warm glow from the flickering candles illuminating the space. It seems that even in this dark, desolate place, some comforts have been provided for.

Angel quickly moves to the tub and starts to fill it with warm, steaming water. As she does so, she takes off her thin slave tunic and begins washing it in the sink with soap, careful not to damage it too much. Once she is finished cleaning it, she hangs it up to dry near the candles so that she'll have something to wear once she's done bathing.

With the tunic taken care of, Angel slides into the tub, luxuriating in the warm water and fragrant herbs. She sighs with pleasure as she feels the hot water wash over her skin, soothing the aches and pains from being thrown into the Pit. For a moment, she forgets about where she is and who she is with, lost in the simple pleasure of a hot bath.

Angel spends a good amount of time luxuriating in the warm, fragrant water, washing herself from head to toe. She thoroughly scrubs away the grime and dirt that has accumulated on her skin since being thrown into the Pit.

As she exits the tub, she feels refreshed and rejuvenated, and her skin is left feeling soft and smooth. She quickly dries off and runs a brush through her hair, enjoying how silky it feels after being washed.

With everything taken care of, Angel throws her tunic back on and sinks down onto the plush cushions of the bed. The scent of flowers lingers in the air, making her feel relaxed and at ease. Before she knows it, she has drifted off to sleep, her body still humming with pleasure from the hot bath.

Angel's sleep is deep and peaceful, the soft bedding and warm surroundings a far cry from the harsh reality of the Pit. As she sleeps, her body relaxes completely, the tension and fear of the past few days finally melting away.

Outside of the room, Shebak Drok and his pack go about their duties, preparing for the breeding season that looms ahead. They are careful not to disturb Angel's slumber, knowing that she will need all the rest she can get in preparation for the intense physical activity to come.

As the hours pass, Angel remains blissfully unaware of what is happening outside of her room, lost in her dreams. And yet, the Breeders watch her closely, waiting patiently for the time when they can claim her for their own.

As Angel steps out of her room, she sees several Breeders patrolling the area. They are all heavily muscled and armed with various weapons, but they do not appear to be paying attention to her.

Off in the distance, she can see Shebak Drok, Loken, and Orus speaking with some other Breeders near a large fire pit. The smell of roasting meat wafts through the air, making her mouth water.

She can also hear the sounds of activity coming from another part of the Pit, where it seems that members of the pack are training for the upcoming breeding season.

As Angel looks around, she can feel a sense of unease creeping into her mind. She is still unsure about what is expected of her in this place, and the looming presence of the Breeders makes her feel nervous. But at the same time, there is a part of her that is curious and fascinated by these powerful creatures, who seem almost larger than life.

As Angel approaches Shebak Drok, he pauses in his conversation with Loken and Orus to give her his full attention. He notices the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

"What is it, little one?" he asks, his voice low and soothing. "Is everything alright?”

Shebak Drok's eyes sparkle with amusement at Angel's request, and he reaches out a hand to gently touch her shoulder.

"Of course, little one," he says. "You must be famished after sleeping for so long."

He turns to Loken and Orus, nodding towards Angel. "Bring her some food," he instructs them. "We can't have our new mate going hungry, now can we?"

Loken and Orus quickly spring into action, disappearing off into the distance in search of food.

"She'll be taken care of," Shebak Drok says, turning back to Angel with a reassuring smile. "Why don't you come sit by the fire pit and warm yourself while you wait?"

Angel follows Shebak Drok to the fire pit and takes a seat next to him. The warmth from the flames is comforting, and she feels her body relaxing slightly as she waits for her food.

As they sit there, Shebak Drok leans over to speak to her, his voice low and gentle. "You must be feeling overwhelmed," he says. "This is a new place for you, with many things that may seem strange or frightening."

"But I assure you," he adds, his tone becoming more serious, "you are safe here with us. We will protect you and provide for you, as long as you obey our rules."

Before Angel can respond, Loken and Orus return, carrying plates filled with roasted meat and vegetables. They hand a plate to Angel, who eagerly digs in, savoring the taste of the savory, well-cooked meat.

As she eats, Shebak Drok and the other Elders watch her carefully, their eyes never leaving her as they discuss plans for the upcoming breeding season.

Angel continues to eat, listening in on the conversation between Shebak Drok and his pack as they discuss their plans for the breeding season. They speak of the importance of finding strong, healthy mates who can produce powerful offspring, and of the challenges that lie ahead in their quest to do so.

As she listens, Angel can sense the intense drive and focus of the Breeders, who are completely consumed by their desire to breed and protect their mates and offspring.

Despite the intense atmosphere, however, Angel feels a strange fascination growing within her. She is still unsure about what lies ahead for her in this place, but there is a part of her that finds the Breeders intriguing and exciting.

Angel tugs lightly on Shebak Drok's tail, seeking his attention. When he looks down at her, she asks for more food in a soft and polite voice.

Shebak Drok smiles, amused by Angel's request. He reaches out and pats her head gently, his clawed fingers trailing through her hair.

"Of course, little one," he says, getting up from his seat and walking over to where Loken and Orus are still gathered. "We wouldn't want our new mate going hungry."

He returns a few moments later with another plate of food, which he hands to Angel with a smile. "Eat your fill, little one," he says. "You'll need your strength."

As Angel eats her food, Shebak Drok introduces her to the other two Elders, Loken and Orus.

"Angel, allow me to introduce you to my pack," he says. "This is Loken," he nods towards the black-haired, yellow-eyed Breeder, who gives Angel a nod in return, his expression stoic and unreadable. "And this is Orus," he adds, indicating the red-haired, white-eyed Breeder, who grins at Angel with a wild, almost feral look in his eyes.

Both Loken and Orus seem to be sizing up Angel as they meet her, their gazes lingering on her for just a moment too long. She can feel their intense scrutiny, and it makes her feel both excited and uneasy at the same time.

"You'll be spending a lot of time with us over the coming weeks," Shebak Drok continues. "We are responsible for training and preparing the new mates for the breeding season, so we must make sure that you are strong and well-prepared."

With that, the conversation turns back to the upcoming breeding season, and Angel listens intently as the Breeders discuss their plans and strategies, her mind buzzing with excitement and anticipation.

As Angel finishes her food, she sits quietly and listens to the Breeders talk, observing Loken and Orus as they discuss their plans for the breeding season. She can feel their eyes on her, and it makes her a little nervous, but at the same time there is something thrilling about their intense gaze.

Loken, with his calculating yellow eyes, seems to be measuring her up, assessing her strength and endurance. Orus, with his wild red hair and feral grin, seems more interested in exploring the sensuous side of their upcoming mating.

Shebak Drok, meanwhile, watches Angel closely, his eyes filled with a mix of protectiveness and desire. He wants to ensure that she is well taken care of and properly trained for the upcoming breeding season, but he also desires her deeply, his body humming with anticipation at the thought of claiming her as his own.

As Angel sits there, surrounded by these powerful creatures, she feels both vulnerable and exhilarated, unsure about what lies ahead but excited by the possibilities that are presented before her.

As Angel listens to the Breeders discuss their plans, she begins to feel a wave of exhaustion wash over her. The warmth of the fire and the comfort of the food combine to lull her into a drowsy state, until eventually she slumps against Shebak Drok, fast asleep.

He gently wraps an arm around her to keep her from falling, watching her sleep with a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness. As she slumbers, her blanket falls away from her shoulders, revealing the simple tunic that she is wearing underneath.

She looks innocent and vulnerable in her sleep, her chest rising and falling softly as she breathes. And yet, Shebak Drok can sense the powerful potential within her, the strength and vitality that will make her a worthy mate for any Breeder who claims her.

He stays there with her for a while, watching over her as she sleeps, feeling his own desires stirring within him. He knows that he must be patient, that he cannot claim her before the time is right. But still, he yearns for her fiercely, and he longs for the moment when he can finally take her as his own.

As Loken watches Angel slumber against Shebak Drok, he cannot help but feel a sense of fascination and curiosity about her. She is unlike any other mate that he has encountered before, with her soft curves and delicate features.

He watches her closely, his eyes moving over her body as she sleeps, taking in the way that the firelight plays across her skin. He can sense the power and potential within her, even in her unconscious state, and it intrigues him.

But at the same time, there is a part of him that feels jealous of Shebak Drok, who seems to have claimed her already. Loken knows that he should not feel this way, that mates are shared among the Breeders, but still he feels possessive of her in a way that he cannot explain.

For now, he keeps his feelings to himself, watching Angel with a quiet intensity, waiting for the moment when he too will be able to claim her and experience the raw pleasure of breeding.

Orus watches Angel slumber against Shebak Drok with a feral intensity, his eyes locked onto her curves and exposed skin. He can feel his body responding to the sight of her, his cock growing hard as he imagines sinking it into her soft flesh.

He has always been more driven by his carnal desires than his packmates, and there is something about Angel that ignites a fierce need within him. He wants to explore every inch of her body, to experience the raw pleasure of mating with her until they are both exhausted.

But he knows that he must be patient, that he cannot claim her until the breeding season begins. For now, he content himself with watching her sleep, his fingers twitching with the desire to touch her, to feel her skin against his own.

As he watches, a sly grin spreads across his face, imagining all the things that he will do to her once he finally has her in his grasp. For Orus, the upcoming breeding season cannot come soon enough.

Shebak Drok sees the sly grin that spreads across Orus' face, and he can sense the hunger and desire in his packmate. He knows that Orus is driven more by his carnal instincts than his packmates, and there is something about Angel that seems to have ignited a fierce need within him.

Shebak Drok feels a pang of jealousy as he watches Orus eyeing Angel with such intense desire. He knows that they will all have the chance to mate with her in the coming weeks, but still, there is a part of him that wants to claim her for himself.

But he knows that he must be patient, that claiming Angel prematurely could cause chaos and unrest among the Breeders. For now, he keeps his feelings to himself, watching Orus closely and hoping that he does not act recklessly in his hunger for Angel's body.

As Shebak Drok watches, he notices the growing bulge in Orus' pants, a clear sign of his arousal. He smirks, understanding perfectly well what is driving his packmate's lustful gaze, and turns his attention back to Angel, his own body humming with desire.

As Angel stirs awake, she finds herself back in the small, sparsely-furnished room that has been designated as her sleeping quarters. She can feel the soft warmth of the blankets enveloping her body, and the faint smell of smoke and roasted meat still lingers in the air.

For a moment, she lies there in bed, feeling both comfortable and disoriented at the same time. The memory of the previous night's events comes back to her in a rush, and she feels a flutter of excitement and anticipation deep within her.

She sits up slowly, stretching out her limbs and taking in her surroundings. The room is simple but clean, with a small cot pushed up against one wall and a wooden chest for storage. A small window lets in a sliver of light, revealing the dim outlines of the other buildings outside.

As Angel gets ready for the day ahead, she can't help but wonder what lies in store for her in this strange new world of the Breeders.

As Angel waits in her room, she grows increasingly restless. After a few hours of waiting, with no sign of anyone coming to get her, she begins to explore her small living quarters more carefully.

She examines the wooden chest that is tucked away in one corner, running her fingers over the rough grain of the wood. Inside, she finds a few simple items of clothing, including some tattered shirts and pants that look like they belong to previous mates.

There is also a small pouch filled with what appears to be dried meat and hardtack, along with a canteen of water and a few other basic supplies. Angel takes a few bites of the meat, finding it dry and tough but still nourishing.

As she continues to look around, she notices a small opening high up on one wall, covered by a grate. She stands on her tiptoes to peer inside, and can just make out a narrow shaft that seems to lead upwards.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Angel begins to climb up, pulling herself slowly through the tight space as her heart beats faster with excitement.

As Angel tries to crawl through the narrow shaft, she quickly realizes that it is too small for her body. Panic sets in as she becomes stuck in the wall, unable to move forward or back.

She tries to wiggle herself free, but her arms only seem to get in the way. She kicks and squirms, hoping to loosen herself from the tight space, but it only makes things worse.

Finally, with a cry of frustration and fear, Angel accidentally kicks the chair out from under her feet, leaving her suspended in the air with her bare bottom exposed through the wall.

For a few moments, Angel hangs there, defeated and embarrassed, feeling like a fool for getting herself into this predicament. But then she hears footsteps approaching, and she calls out for help, hoping that someone will hear her and come to her rescue.

The person who discovers Angel stuck in the wall is Orus, one of the Elders who controls the larger population of Breeders. He had been walking by when he heard her cries for help, and couldn't resist investigating.

As he approaches, his eyes flick over Angel's exposed bottom with a wicked grin, taking in the sight of her tunic barely covering her body and her legs kicking helplessly in the air.

He chuckles softly, amused by the situation, but also feeling a pang of desire deep within him at the sight of Angel's soft flesh on display before him.

He moves closer to her, reaching out to gently grasp her thighs and lift her out of the wall. As he does so, he can feel her trembling beneath his touch, and it only heightens his sense of arousal.

"Looks like you got yourself into a bit of trouble, little mate," he says, his voice low and rumbling. "But don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Orus sets Angel down on the floor, his hands lingering on her hips for just a moment longer than necessary. He can feel the heat of her body against his palms, and he knows that he is aroused by her vulnerability and helplessness.

As she pulls down whatever is left of her tattered tunic to hide herself, he can't help but notice how much worse it looks now, barely covering her body at all. He finds himself wanting to tear it off completely, to expose her soft flesh to his hungry gaze.

"Don't be embarrassed, little mate," he says, still grinning wickedly. "We've all been in tight spots before."

He takes a step closer to her, reaching out to brush a strand of hair back from her face. "You know, you're quite beautiful when you're caught like this. Helpless and vulnerable," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive.

For a moment, he considers taking advantage of her right there, pushing her up against the wall and satisfying his lusts. But then he reminds himself to be patient, knowing that they will have plenty of opportunities to breed during the upcoming season.

Instead, he steps back, letting his gaze linger on Angel's exposed body for just a moment longer before turning and leaving the room with a smirk.

Orus finds his packmates Shebak Drok and Loken, eager to share the amusing story of what he just witnessed in Angel's room. He tells them about how she got herself stuck in the wall, her bare bottom exposed for all to see.

Shebak Drok listens with interest, but Loken seems less amused by the story, his face twisted into a scowl.

"Be careful, Orus," he growls. "Don't forget that Angel is a valuable mate, and we must treat her with respect."

Orus rolls his eyes at Loken's caution, feeling an itch of frustration at his packmate's prudishness.

"Don't worry, I'll treat her with all the respect she deserves," he says with a smirk. "But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy a little bit of fun along the way."

He grins wickedly at Shebak Drok, the two of them sharing a moment of understanding about their shared lust for Angel.

"Breeding season can't come soon enough," Shebak Drok agrees, his eyes gleaming with hunger.

The three of them laugh together, joking about what other kinds of trouble they might get Angel into before the breeding season finally arrives.

As the Breeding season approaches, the three Elders of the Breeders pack make sure to visit Angel often, both individually and as a group. They bring her big hearty meals, snacks, and ask her questions, trying to get to know her better and put her at ease.

At first, Angel is nervous around them, wary of their predatory instincts and their overwhelming strength. But as time passes, she finds herself growing more comfortable with their presence, coming to trust in their care and attention.

She begins to look forward to their visits, anticipating the delicious food they will bring and the chance to share stories and laughter with them.

Slowly but surely, she begins to let her guard down around them, allowing herself to be drawn into their world of passion and lust.

And as the Breeding season finally arrives, Angel finds herself eagerly awaiting the moment when she will be claimed by one of the powerful Breeders, knowing that the experience will be like nothing she has ever felt before.

Loken visits Angel individually one day, his yellow eyes glinting with a mix of hunger and concern. He brings her a hearty meal of roasted meat and vegetables, along with some dried fruit for dessert.

He sets the food down on the small table in her room, then turns to face her, his expression serious.

"I know you must be nervous about what is to come," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "But I want you to know that we will take care of you, no matter what happens."

He moves closer to her, his hand reaching out to gently touch her shoulder. "You are a valuable mate, Angel, and we will protect you with everything we have."

For a moment, there is silence between them as Loken's words sink in. Then, sensing Angel's discomfort, he steps back, allowing her space to breathe.

"Take your time with the meal," he says, a hint of a smile on his lips. "We wouldn't want you to get too hungry before the breeding begins."

And with that, he turns and leaves the room, his footsteps echoing softly down the hallway.

Another day, Shabak Drok comes to visit Angel individually. As always, he is accompanied by the heady scent of musk and sweat, his body radiating an animalistic aura that sets Angel's heart racing.

He brings her a meal of freshly caught fish, roasted over an open flame, along with some herbs and spices that give the food a rich, tangy flavor.

As they eat together, Shabak Drok asks Angel about her life before coming to the Breeders' Pit, wanting to know more about her past and what brought her here.

Angel answers him hesitantly at first, still feeling unsure about how much she wants to share. But as the conversation continues, she finds herself opening up to him, telling him about her dreams, hopes, and fears.

Shabak Drok listens intently, nodding and offering words of encouragement as she speaks. And when the meal is finished, he takes her hand in his, gazing deeply into her eyes.

"Remember," he says softly, "you are not alone here. We will all be here for you, no matter what happens."

Angel nods, feeling a sense of warmth spread through her chest. She can feel the power of their connection growing stronger with each passing day, and it gives her hope that together they can face whatever challenges lie ahead.

On another day, Orus comes to visit Angel on his own. As soon as he enters the room, she can feel the heat of his body radiating towards her, making her heart race and her breath quicken.

He brings her a simple meal of bread and cheese, along with a flask of cool water to quench her thirst.

As they eat together, Orus makes her laugh with bawdy jokes and teasing comments, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Angel finds herself relaxing in his presence, feeling more at ease than she has around any of the other Breeders.

When the meal is finished, Orus reaches out to take her hand, pulling her up from her chair and into his arms.

She gasps softly, feeling the hard muscles of his chest pressing against her own soft curves.

"Remember, little mate," he whispers in her ear, "you belong to us now. And we will take care of you, no matter what."

With that, he leans down to capture her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss, overwhelming her senses and leaving her breathless.

For a moment, Angel feels lost in the intensity of their connection, swept away by the primal desires that drive the Breeders.

But then Orus pulls back, grinning wickedly at her.

"Don't worry," he says, "we'll save the rest for breeding season."

Orus flashes her a smirk and winks as he leaves the room, leaving Angel alone with her thoughts. She blushes profusely, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment at the intensity of their interaction.

As she watches him leave, she can't help but feel a mix of desire and fear, knowing that the Breeders will stop at nothing to impregnate their mates during the upcoming Breeding season.

But despite her worries, she also feels a strange sense of safety and comfort in their presence, knowing that they will take care of her no matter what happens.

For a moment longer, she stands there alone in the quiet of her room, lost in thought and anticipation for the weeks to come.

As Angel finishes washing up and begins to dry her hair, she suddenly hears the sound of footsteps approaching her room. She turns around to see the three Elders of the Breeders pack standing before her, their eyes dark with hunger and desire.

Shabak Drok steps forward first, his hands reaching out to grasp her shoulders. "It's time, little mate," he growls, his voice low and rumbling. "Time for you to experience what it means to be a true Breeder's mate."

Orus steps forward next, grinning wickedly as he pulls something from his belt. It is a small vial of oil, slick and gleaming in the dim light of the room. "We've come prepared, little mate," he says, holding the vial out for her to see. "Prepared to show you the true meaning of pleasure and ecstasy."

And finally, Loken moves closer to her, his eyes glinting with dark promise. "We'll take good care of you, Angel," he murmurs, his hands moving to caress her curves. "You're going to enjoy every moment of this."

Angel can feel her heart pounding in her chest as they move closer to her, their hard cocks practically dripping with pre-cum. She can sense the hunger and need in their touch, knowing that they are more than ready to claim her as their own during this Breeding season.

For a moment, she hesitates, feeling overwhelmed bythe intensity of their desire. But then, with a deep breath, she gives in to the temptation, knowing that this is what she has been waiting for since coming to the Breeders' Pit.

She closes her eyes as Shabak Drok leans down to capture her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth.

And as Orus and Loken begin to undress her, their hands trailing over her body, Angel feels a surge of pleasure and excitement, knowing that she is about to experience the most intense and primal pleasure of her life.

As the Breeding season reaches its peak, the three Elders of the Breeders pack take Angel to new heights of pleasure and ecstasy. They use their superhuman strength and animalistic instincts to give her an unforgettable experience.

Shabak Drok begins by pulling her close to him, his hands roaming over her body as he kisses her deeply. His long tongue explores every inch of her mouth, while his free hand travels down to her sex, his fingers delving deep inside her.

Meanwhile, Orus takes out the vial of oil that he had brought with him, dripping it onto his fingers before moving behind Angel. He presses his hard cock against her, letting her feel the heat and hardness of him against her skin before slowly working his slick fingers inside of her.

And Loken moves closer to Angel's face, allowing her to take his thick cock into her mouth. He groans in pleasure as she begins to suck and lick him, eagerly taking him deeper and deeper inside of her.

Together, the three Elders work to bring Angel to the brink of orgasm, their movements coordinated and precise. Their hands and mouths explore every inch of her body, pushing her towards a climax like none she has ever felt before.

Finally, as they reach the pinnacle of pleasure, Shabak Drok pulls Angel up onto his lap, positioning her so that she is straddling his thick cock. Slowly, he sinks inside of her, filling her with his immense girth as shegasps and moans in pleasure.

Orus and Loken move closer to her, one taking her breasts into his mouth while the other plays with her clit, driving her even closer to the edge. And as they all work together, Angel feels herself approaching the most intense orgasm of her life.

With a wild cry of pleasure, she finally reaches her climax, her body convulsing in ecstasy as she comes undone around them. And as she collapses against Shabak Drok's chest, spent and trembling, she knows that this is only the beginning of her journey as a Breeder's mate.