Mostly, I think I lick myself because I can. Or maybe because I can't do much else. I wish I knew who decided that the Alpha should get to fuck whoever he wants and the Gamma should get absolutely nothing. He must have hated wolves like me.
Don't get me wrong, it feels good enough; and I'm flexible enough to lick pretty much everything, around my ass, across my balls, down my sheath, even–if I need it badly enough–wrap my snout around my cock and suck like the sun won't rise tomorrow.
Call me Damian, by the way. If I could find my manners, I'd have introduced myself and let you sniff me quite awhile ago. Sorry, I'm not really a master of social etiquette. Moon knows it may be why I'm stuck down here at Gamma.
But there's something I managed to do last winter, that I think might interest you all.
Here's hoping all you wolves out there might get some ideas.
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The wind was blowing especially hard, and the Moon was at about half-light. The air was biting cold, but the ground had only a light dusting of snow, and our footprints left chilled, wet spots beneath us. The pack was huddled together in a kind of oval, trying to block the wind with each other.
And of course Rex was strutting about like always, standing tall and milling through the pack as though the cold didn't bother him. I kept my gaze upon him, hoping he wouldn't notice me watching. Every once and awhile he'd snap at a wolf he declared "out of line," though generally these snaps were arbitrary and everyone knew it. As I watched him eye the females I began to notice the stirrings of an erection in his loins; finally he stopped to stare at one, and began to drool as his sheath pulled all the way back.
I turned to see where he was looking, and almost yelped when I saw. Adriana, with the most beautiful, soft grey coat in the whole pack. And Rex had his leering eyes directed straight at her, as if she were an antelope he were preparing to slaughter.
When she realized he was staring at her, Adriana turned, and gave her best attempt at a greeting. Rex responded without losing his poise, then drew closer, rudely stuffing his nose between her legs to inspect her. Though obviously uncomfortable, she let him examine her, exploring her genitals with his harsh green eyes and then with his long, raspy tongue. I grimaced as his erection grew firmer.
Once he had deemed her satisfactory, Rex grabbed her neck in his teeth, and pulled her from the pack. Without any warning, let alone foreplay, he threw her to the ground and mounted her. I watched in sublimated horror as he shoved his bulging, veiny cock deep into her soft and innocent pussy.
She began to cry in what I knew was pain, and he only rode her harder. He shoved his knot inside her and she howled in agony, but this only edged him on. Finally he reached his violent orgasm, and pulled nonchalantly out of her, leaving her broken and exhausted on the dusted ground. Then he smirked to the rest of the pack, howling once to show his dominance, and returned to his commanding struts.
With tears forming in my eyes I ran to her; no others followed. Nuzzling my nose under her flaccid neck, I asked in a whisper if she was all right. Sighing she told me she'd be fine. In that moment I wished there was something I could have done. It wasn't the first time he'd done this to her or the others, and it wouldn't be the last. And once again, I, Beta Alexander, and all the others in the pack had sat quietly and watched.
Still whispering, I made a vow to her that day. It was crazy, it was stupid, it was something I knew that I couldn't fulfill and expect to survive. But in my sorrow and my anger I made it. I would never let him lay a paw on her again.
When Damian saw me spending too long helping her recuperate, he ran to me and growled. Like a coward I pulled away, slid my tail between my legs, and returned to the pack. Soon enough I was licking myself with the rest of them, top to bottom in slow and solemn defeat.
- - -
About a week later, and at least as many violated females as passing days, I found an opportunity to speak with Adriana again, in almost total privacy, that precious rarity of life in the pack.
