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Caris had always been…wary of the traditions of his village. Some of them he understood, like how they picked their village elder via a village-wide vote; even teens as young as sixteen were called to vote. But some? Some of them were always suspect in his mind, didn’t make much sense, and he had always wondered where they came from.

Case in point: the tradition that Caris had been called upon to take part in. His village had been in existence for at least 200 years, and as far back as Caris could remember, the tradition had always been there. Even his father and grandfather spoke of it, so it had clearly been practiced for generations. The tradition was born of necessity from what he heard. This tradition was to be chosen as the bride or groom for one of the beasts that lived in the forests: to be the bride or groom of a werewolf. The tradition started for protection from what he heard. The werewolves who called the forest home had given the village this; not that werewolves apparently couldn’t make more of themselves via the same way humans did; it seemed that they simply wanted one to act as the bride or groom for one of them.

Werewolves, the beasts were ones that one would not want to trifle with; he’d once, when he was hunting in the forests, seen one fight and take down a bear, and not just any bear; it was one of the dangerous Karthi Bears. He’d seen the way those bears would tear through hunting parties of men and women, and this wolf fought it one-on-one but won; if not for their abnormal size, one would think they were an Ulv. And they wanted one of them to marry one of these things.

The last time the village had chosen one was about fifteen years ago; he was only a teen when it happened; the girl chosen was named Edith. He never saw her again after she was brought into the forests that night. Though she was more…willing than most, not too afraid about being made the bride of a werewolf, probably too excited based on the way she acted. But that was seemingly the thought among the unmarried women and men of the village who were of age to be chosen; some thought it would be exciting, others were indifferent, and some, like him, hated it but were called upon and couldn’t do anything about it.

This year, there were seven men who were on the shortlist, six plus him. He knew all of them: Yorick, Gavin, Seth, Song, Fark, and Brian. He hoped he wouldn’t be among them, but he was unmarried, a prime candidate for this.

Caris had hoped to tell Isran that he would not be the one chosen and had spent most of the week not caring, thinking there were seven other men; the chances of him being chosen were pretty low. Then he was chosen; he remembered how it happened. The Elder had gathered them in the village square and had read off who was chosen: it was him, Caris Lowe.

Caris was given as many well-wishes as possible, as well as much ale that he could ever drink the day leading up to the day he would be brought to his future spouse. Hangover aside, he awoke that next morning ready to deal with this. That afternoon, he was brought to the temple of Isran to be bathed and anointed with oils, etc., to make him as respectable as possible—why he wouldn’t know; these were beasts; he didn’t think they cared what he looked like and smelled like.

But he was bathed, had his hair cut (goodbye to his wonderful mane of long brown hair), and was given an outfit, this one that he wasn’t used to; it was a white buttoned shirt and light brown slacks. And then he was prayed for by the bishop of the church; he figured that he would be the first against this since Isran’s doctrines hated werewolves, but alas, not even a man of the cloth could save him.

When night fell, he was brought into the forest, tailed by three other people: the bishop, the village elder, and his mother. It was customary for a family member to accompany the chosen, to get one last glimpse of their life before the wolves took them. Before him was an altar; it was weathered and looked positively ancient and was made of marble that was chipped, no blood fresh or dried, so that was a good sign, he guessed; it meant he wouldn’t be killed on top of the thing. The altar itself was in the middle of a clearing, with the moon shining right upon it.

He was chained to the altar, and he swallowed a lump that formed in his throat. This was his end; he was probably going to get killed by a damn werewolf, and he was going to get eaten. The bishop gave one last prayer, and the group left him at the cold altar in the dead of night on a full moon.

The night was eerily calm, not a sound to be heard. Then he heard a snapping twig. And his heart began to race; he tried to fight against the chains that bound him, but to no avail; they were made strong, and then he heard a howl—and before him was his future spouse.

The first thing he noticed was its bright, bright crimson eyes that were like blood. He felt a lump form in his throat; she and he could tell it was female because it had breasts that he could almost make out through its thick white fur, and by Isran, she was tall, taller than anything he’d ever seen; the wolf he saw in the forest that one time was large, but he didn’t get a good look at it.

“By Isran.” Caris uttered under his breath as he looked at the creature, his heart beating fast and hard against his chest, almost threatening to jump out of his chest, and the creature heard him as it turned to him and looked him in the eyes. It stalked towards him, looking at him with predatory eyes, and he swallowed a lump that formed in his throat. It loomed over him, and it brought its nose to his body, sniffing him; he could feel its breath against his body.

“So, you are to be my husband?” The wolf said to him, its voice was raspy yet clearly feminine; it made the hair on his body stand on end. He didn’t know what to say, unaware that the beasts could talk.

“Y-yes.” He stammered out, unsure of what else to say; the wolf inspected him more, like one inspecting a piece of meat, which he probably was to this creature.

“You humans,” The creature cooed as it rubbed his face; he didn’t have a beard. “So supple and weak.” The creature said as its claws rubbed against him, he felt his breath hitch in his throat.

“I’m Natalia.” The werewolf spoke; Caris didn’t know that these things had names, but he figured that if they were apparently able to talk, they must have them.

“C-Caris.” He stammered out; the creature then pounced upon him, pinning him to the altar, and only now could he see just how nude it was compared to him; the lump in his throat grew, and he didn’t know what to do.

“You humans are so soft; I love it,” Natalia said to him as she rubbed his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, and he could feel her claws against his chest, and he felt his cock grow hard against his will, and the wolf looked down at his member and smiled with its large maw, “And it seems you love what I present too.” She said as she loomed over him, she then bit into his neck, and he let out a gasp of pleasure mixed with pain as its teeth drew blood, and he pushed against the creature weakly. For some reason this sensation made him even harder; his cock was like a stone in his slacks.

“B-by Isran,” Caris moaned out as his hips bucked against the werewolf; this seemed to please it as its teeth left his neck, and then she captured his lips with hers. Her maw feels strange against his; he’d kissed his fair share of women in his twenty-eight years of life, but this was a completely alien experience to him, to be kissed by a werewolf. He then felt the creature's long canine tongue wriggle its way into his mouth, making him moan more than he’d ever done with any of the other women he’d have as his partner. “F-fuck.” Caris said, his eyes seemingly glazed over, a haze of lust clouding his mind. The werewolf then began to unbutton the rest of his shirt, dragging her claws against his skin.

“Soft, I like that,” she said as she dragged her claws against his body, not too deep, just enough to prick against his soft, pale skin. She then leaned down and whispered into his ear, “You’re hard; I think it’s time I remedy that.” Natalia’s voice sent shivers down his spine as she moved her hands to grasp his member through his slacks. He let out another gasp as she seemed to squeeze at just the right pressure, just the right way.

“F-fuck!” Caris moaned as the werewolf began to stroke his cock through his slacks; he was almost about to cum in his pants, but the creature seemed to know just how to hold his cock so he didn’t cum, teasing him to the brink of release only to stop right at the edge. She then would start up again; over and over she teased him, again and again. Seemingly enjoying hearing him moan, so close to release, and yet unable to achieve it.

“Not yet, little human.” She cooed as she continued to stroke him; she reached into his slacks and felt his member, and this made him gasp again and moan even louder, “So erect, just from my touches.” Natalia’s voice, while raspy, felt like velvet wrapping thorns, slowly undid the drawstring of his slacks, loosening them and allowing her to pull lower and lower, giving her a good look at her prize.

“Mmm, so endowed for a human.” She cooed as she gripped his cock with more force; Caris hissed at this sensation. She began to stroke his cock; her claws were surprisingly soft for such large ones, but Caris wasn’t complaining. He moaned more and more as Natalia stroked his cock, up and down, plying his member with her hands in delight. But like before, she would stroke him till he got close to release, only to stop before he would completely release.

“P-Please!” Caris begged, and Natalia smiled; she loved hearing him beg; she already knew she was going to have fun teasing him for as long as they were together.

“Your future wife wants to hear you say the words.” She cooed in his ear.

“Pl-please let me cum.” He begged again, and Natalia smiled as she increased the pressure on his member, stroking it faster and faster, and this time when Caris reached his edge, she let him release; he let out a moan as spurt after spurt of his seed erupted from his member. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the surge of pleasure washed over him; Natalia smiled as she watched his hips buck against his chains, coating her hand in his thick seed.

“So much, were you pent up?” She asked as she looked at the final spurt of seed leaving his member; Caris didn’t answer, and Natalia licked his seed from her fingers and hand; the salty spunk touched her tongue, and she seemed to like the taste well enough; she smiled and then stood up and crawled towards him and stopped when her pelvis was hovering above his head.

“W-wai-!” His pleas were cut off when she landed her cunt directly on his face; it took him a moment to realize what she was doing. He couldn’t fight against her; even if his hands weren’t bound by chains, he doubted he could lift her up with them.

“Lick.” She ordered, and not having much in the way to protest, he did what he was told. He swallowed and began to lick into the werewolf’s cunt. His tongue prodded into her moist depths, he heard her let out a moan as he continued to lick and lick at her cunt, sucking and playing with it, including her clit.

“Good boy!” Natalia moaned out as she rocked her hips against his mouth, making her moan more and more, as she felt the pleasure in her core build up more and more as her tongue lolled out in pleasure, as she urged him deeper, gripping his short brown hair and forcing him deeper, “Yes! YES!” She moaned over and over as her body was reaching her own crescendo, her own release. Caris did his best to pleasure his future wife, but he was running out of air, so he was hoping that he could get her to come sooner rather than later. Then with a howl that pierced the night, Natalia came; her juices flowed into Caris’ mouth as he lapped them up, savoring her taste as she came. Finally, Natalia collapsed forward, just enough to give Caris some much-needed air.

Natalia then looked at her husband’s member, and she smiled as she inched down towards his cock with her cunt. She was hovering above his member, and he could feel the heat radiating from her cunt. She then pressed down upon his chest and then impaled herself on her lover’s cock. The two let out moans in unison as they waited to adjust to the feeling of each other, getting used to the sensation. Natalia was hotter and tighter than any of his previous lovers; she felt like an inferno wrapped around his cock, and it almost made him explode from that, but he managed to keep himself from cumming right away.

Natalia raised her hips till only the tip of her lover’s member was inside her, then she slammed down upon him. And this drew another moan from the two of them. She then rose up again and repeated this over and over, slamming her hips against his, riding him as she kept him pinned to the altar, not that she needed to since he was chained to it and couldn’t fight back against her rapid and heavy breeding that she was partaking in; he only could endure it and enjoy the ride, so to speak. Caris was at least feeling the pleasure that came from Natalia riding him like he was a horse; she was moaning hard and heavy, her eyes closed as she looked up to the sky in pleasure. Up and down, she slammed against him.

“YES! YES!” She howled to the moon, and as she continued to ride him, he was close to release. The werewolf seemed to notice this as she stopped for a moment, and he hissed before she began again; she was edging him like before. She would ride him till he was close to release and then she would stop just before he would cum, again and again. She seemed to be doing this so she could reach her own climax from them fucking, and just as she came, her cunt tightened around his member like a vice; he was allowed to cum. Spurt after spurt of seed flooded into the werewolf’s womb. She howled in delight as she let herself be seeded with her lover’s spunk. Thick spunk filled her, and she loved every moment of it. Finally the last of his seed flowed out of his balls, and the werewolf smiled as she lifted her hips up and saw the deluge of seed flood out of her cunt.

This was the final thing that Caris had, and he passed out from tiredness, his body finally spent after the marathon of sex he had endured.

“Good boy.” She said to him as she kissed him, she broke his chains, and carried him into the forest, to the village where she was the pack leader. She could also feel deep in her womb; he had hit the mark. A smile crossed her face as she carried him; a child would be born to them soon.