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Somewhere in the surge of dominance and power that Emasa was feeling, she harbored a bundle of thrashing nerves. As her small hunting pack strode out of the treeline into the clearing they shared with the other wolves, she could not feel more powerful. Over the pack of her brown-pelted partner was the last of the elves they had captured, likely the last they were likely to find that had not fled the Greywood. The packs' dominance of the region was complete, and Emasa was the one that had delivered it to them. The looks she recieved were mixed. Some of the crouched, staring beasts grinned with their lupine muzzles, caught up in the success and thrill of their victory. Some of the males watched her tall, stalking gait into their clearing with barely-concealed lust, her perfect black fur only broken by the wash of grey down her front. She was their perfect scout, the one that had dictated the terms of their raids, ambushes, and ultimately their siege of the elven tree-homes. It was her 'scouting' that had delivered captives, fresh meat and victory to the tribe. She was the greatest thing that had happened to them...so from whence came the nerves that writhed in her gut?

A twisted sound, somewhere between howl and groan, rose behind her for a moment. She kept walking, but glanced back at the brown wolf who was carrying her captive. She had never bothered to learn the name of the wolf, he was one of the old guard, a true werewolf. He did not even remember his own change, unlike the dozens of elves that were joining the ranks of the pack tonight...including the captive that he carried roughly by her hands over one shoulder. He looked to Emasa for direction, ignoring the writhing, changing creature on his pack. The elf had been bitten earlier in the evening, and the changes were already setting in. Her once petite hands had grown long and sprouted thick strands of the fur that covered the rest of the wolves, her ears had shifted up the sides of her head already, and were narrowing to points...sprouting hair both inside and outside. The reason for her dull cries was probably her face, just now starting to crack and elongate, pulling forward into a toothy canine snout. Emasa locked eyes with the pleading captive momentarily, but did not make any change to her expression. This elf had chosen a rough change, to remain loyal to her people...and so was not even worth adding to the pack except as breeding stock. She turned to continue across the clearing to the pens and cages where the rest of the changing or wholly-changed herd was being kept.

Maybe that was the reason for her nerves? This whole process was taking much longer than she had anticipated. It had taken weeks to set up the raid on the elves' settlement, even longer for the changes to take place...and the changed were not perfectly loyal until their situation settled in. She had not considered that freshly changed wolves needed to be assimilated, dominated, shown their place in their new lives. She had wanted an army quickly, and in manipulating the two tribes against each other, had chosen her wolves to win for exactly this reason. She had hoped to merge them into one unstoppable tribe, all claws and bestial fury. At this rate it would be years before the second, most loyal generation was born and raised in her service.

And when could she regain her body? Return to her true form as a black dragon, which now slumbered in her cave in the center of the Greywood? If she could just get this pack to accept her true form as its leader, all would be simple. She would bring war to her arrogant, brass neighbor to the south and claim his beautiful plains as her own. It would be much better than living among dead trees, moss and damp.

That and he had rejected her.

A group of approaching werewolves watched Emasa snort and shake herself out briefly, and she could see the way that some of them wanted to slow down and perhaps back away when she looked sharply to the small pack. Her brown-furred packmate tossed their shifting captive into one of the dozens of wooden cages they had constructed over the last week. It did not bother Emasa to see her curl into a ball. She would be finished soon enough. She turned to face the wolves approaching her. Teeth were bared for a moment as she saw the faces. It had taken her weeks to learn the faces and names of the wolves when she had stolen this body from their scout. They knew her as Selan, and she could barely remember the names of some of them, but this one was impossible to forget. Before her stood the pack alpha, Rolan.

He was likely the tallest among them, at near seven feet with pure white fur streaked with red in horizontal stripes. Emasa had seen other members of the pack challenge him, especially the largest among the changed, thinking their muscle and force would be enough to overpower the lean, muscular wolf. He cracked like a whip in motion, though, not relying on the bloodletting of his claws so much as quick strikes from his legs and paws, stunning and snapping bone. He was an artist of violence, enough so that Emasa could not help but wonder what sort of creature he was before he was changed. Regardless, he had taken to the role as alpha well, at the forefront of every engagement with the elves, directing them flawlessly with calm grace. In fact, it was his complete lack of feral aggression that put Emasa off the most. So when he approached, the alpha simply stood there, arms crossed in a bizzare gesture. A human gesture? Something more exotic?

"I have returned, Rolan." she eventually said, her head dipping briefly in submission. He would need to die, she decided, when she took the pack from him. The 'how' of such a theft still eluded her. It was a shame, too, for one of the wolves his narrow, powerful form was certainly lovely.

"Is it ended, then, Selan? None of these creatures remain in their village, and none in the forest? Is this threat to the tribe ended?" his head tilted to the left as he looked down on her. "You promised us their wood to hunt in." Rolan's head tilted the other way. What was that look supposed to be? Emasa rolled one shoulder to shrug off his gaze, half turning away, feigning nonchalance.

"Of course they are gone. I brought in the last of them myself. Any that remain have no chance of striking at us. The Greywood belongs to our pack, alpha." Emasa felt the brown wolf, her hunter and constant companion, come to stand behind her shoulder. She was grateful for his presence, the stupid beast was too thick to resist her commands, and powerful enough to give her a psychological edge this close to their deadly alpha. "We must consider where to roam next. With even more territory, we can grow from this stock..." Emasa waved her black paw across the cages of weary, recently changed elves "...to a force to changllenge even the south." She grinned, hoping to draw Rolan into the vision, but the white wolf was having none of it.

"This stock will take time to feed, and their pups will as well. If all you females want to bear young, we had best wait until spring...and then through next year to make sure that they survive the winter." Rolan said, looking out over the cages himself. Emasa wondered how many of the changed females Rolan had already calimed as his own. He had first pack, and generally second and third. Emasa was sometimes grateful that Selan, before her body was taken, had a penchant for being aloof to the advances of other wolves. She was aware that Selan was considered the most valued of the wolfen females.

"That is precisely why we should move south. This pack is strong now, we have new changed that are loyal. We lost only four wolves in raiding the village. There are weak, plentiful creatures to the south which will sustain us for generations." Emasa said, stepping closer to Rolan. "Generations of pups." she repeated, grinning up at him. Rolan's ears twitched at her proximity, the implication of her words giving him pause. Her own grey-furred breast swept dangerously close to his.

"There is a dragon in the south." he finally managed, growling out his disapproval when his mind reasserted itself over his loins.

Opportunity blossomed in Emasa's mind, and her grin remained, "Yes, but we could have our own. We could get the black to accept us as masters of this forest, and she could bear him to the ground from the sky...we could take him that way."

"You have been talking to this dragon?" the alpha asked, distaste washing over his features. Stupid wolf! Didn't he know who she was? Emasa willed the hair on the back of Selan's neck downward, not wanting him to see her bristle.

"If I have, Alpha?" she offered, trying to keep her rage from surging again "The dragon needs allies, and we are the strongest in these woods. With her at our front we can surge south. She desires the territory of the brass as much as we do, but will consume far less than our great pack." How could she possibly sweaten this offer more? The stoic white wolf was infuriating with the way it merely watched her, thoughts only rarely betrayed by his face. This was all going so slowly! Her tail was swishing back and forth with its impatience. If they were dragons she would kill him right here, or...

"Maybe." he finally said, the most infuriating answer he could have possibly given! Emasa's teeth bared for a moment, and he definitely took note, his own lip curling a moment. Emasa chose not to challenge him, backing off and lowering her head again, trying to get away. She would change his mind, she only needed an opportunity...

Dropping to all fours, she padded away, the picture of cowed subservience. Her mind, however, was afire with plans.

---

In the end, she settled on one.

The wolves slept under loose canopies of treated leather, the skins keeping out the rain and winds as they enclosed their forest encampment on three sides. Individual partitions, piles of fur and cloth salvaged from their victims and a large central fire gave privacy and comfort to their home. Emasa had done everything she could to not spend a night sleeping in this squalor, and though she could have avoided it before, her plan this night required it. There was a certain...barbaric appeal to the whole mess, though. She could hear wolves groaning in the dark, away from the campsite now that night had fallen. The captives were still just that, captives. Emasa had spread orders, wholly without Rolan's consent, that the wolves were to impregnate or take seed from as many of the freshly changed as they could. It was all preparation for the army she would have in a mere generation of these monsters. For their part, the groans, yips and shouts that carried on as the wolves went about that work seemed to imply they intended to carry out her orders. Good.

Her presence in the camp this late at night, especially in the days following a large raid, was not so strange, but she still drew glances from the milling werewolves when they saw her pass through their communal canopy. Selan, the wolf whose body she had stolen, would never have done what she was about to do. No matter, the wolves had no way of proving their suspicions, if the simple beasts harbored any. She padded her way between dozing werewolves, sprawled in small groups along the ground, frequently curled back to back. Reaching forward to part the veil of hanging leather that seperated Rolan from the rest of the pack, she slipped inside his moonlit enclosure.

It was warm inside, and her eyes adjusted to the filtered moonlight in a few moments, the world awash with grey and blue as she took in her surroundings. The circular enclosure was a ring of leather, the floor padded with dozens of small fur rugs, simply stacked atop each other to cushion the alpha from the hard ground. The entire chamber bore his scent of pine and fur. Atop that pile he was sprawled, his normally stark red and white having mixed into a simple pattern of grey with dark smears. Sleeping soundly (it would be so easy to simply kill him), his fur swayed in the moonlight with the light breeze that made its way through the enclosure's flaps. He looked so peaceful, so calm. Then again, the white wolf was always calm, wasn't he?

Emasa dropped to all fours, padding slowly across the piles of furs toward his prone form, Selan's sensitive nose feeding her the myriad smells of the furs and the alpha. He was deep in sleep, only an occasional snort or kick from his legs hinting at whatever nocturnal vision he was trapped in. She intended to change the course of his dreams, regardless. She slipped up next to his muscular, furry breast. She could see it rise and fall. For a mortal creature, this wolf was not badly formed, and as Emasa knelt next to him, she found herself grinning. Perhaps this task would not be so miserable after all.

Still smiling, she reached forward and put one clawed hand between his splayed legs for balance and using the other to cup his sheath, rolling the soft pad of her hand around until she found his testicles, her fingers curling, claws and all, around the base of his sheath as she cupped him. She felt his cock twitch with her ministrations, using only a pair of fingers to stroke and tug at the shaft. Rolan groaned and stirred in his sleep, Emasa immediately locking eyes with him, but he remained unconscious. His shaft, however, grew in her hand, the knot pushing her fingers apart as hot blood rushed to the area. The warmth of him was astounding, and Emasa briefly wondered how many of the other female wolves had been at the recieving end of his impressive rod. It was nothing so fine as any dragon she had seen, and lacked the pleasant ribbing of a draconic cock, but for this body and its needs...it was more than enough.

Emasa leaned in again and almost reverentially began to stroke his shaft up and down with her one hand, ducking her head in to take long breaths of his scent as she did so. Her hand squeezed him only gently, hoping not to awaken the wolf too soon. His hips began to push absently into her grip, sliding his own shaft up and down in her paw. A drop of pre formed at its tip, and she wasted no time in catching it with her thumb, stroking the sticky fluid down the length of the shaft. Emasa felt the blush rising in her own face and chest, the sight of the erect male leaving her panting. Still working one hand up and down his length, the fur of her fingers grew damp and sticky with his pre. She passed the head of his slick shaft through the ring of her thumb and forefinger one more time, dragging the rough pads on her paw down his full length. Rolan groand, his chest heaving with deep breaths. She had certainly affected whatever dream he believed he was having.

Letting out a shuddering breath, Emasa decided that she had spent enough time preparing him with her gentle touches. The grey breasted wolf, heat building in her loins, could barely stand all this proximity to the powerful alpha without touching herself. Her eyes clenched shut a moment in concentration as she released his cock and swung one of her legs over him, kneeling with her moistening cunt a scant inch from his swollen shaft. She reached up and tussled her fur, letting her rough mane of black hair fall haphazardly across her shoulders. This was seduction, and she intended to look the part. Rolan stirred in his sleep, restlessness coming on with the abscence of her touches. Emasa lowered both her paws this time, feeling his hips push up into her two-handed grip as she ran her thumbs over the head of his prick, the knot at its base radiating heat near her own crotch. The discipline she required to not mount him right there! This body she had stolen from Selan was flexible, though, and with only a little shifting backwards, she bent her smooth, grey-furred chest down, bringing her muzzle up to his tip.

She gave it an experimental lick. His cock still slippery with his own pre, it was salty and slick, her rough tongue pressing itself flat against his cock head. The noise he made was almost a whimper. She grinned to herself. Not so calm when I have you by the balls, are you wolf? She ran her hands all the way down to his base, past the knot, spreading his slickness and scent all the way down to his testicles. She held them in one claw, flicking out her tongue as she lay out flat between his legs, licking each of his balls in turn.

"Selan?" he questioned, the groggy question nearly cut off by the sharp intake of breath he took a moment later. She didn't answer, instead she lay between his legs, drawing her broad canine tongue up his balls and along the skin of his twitching member. She made eye contact with him as she did so, growling deep in her throat. Her broad licks continued, Rolan unable to look away from her shining black eyes, the alpha's head rolled back as she circled her tongue expertly around his cock head. She felt him begin to push his hips up, trying to get his member into her mouth. Giving his length a breath of hot air, she pulled back, partially to tease him, partially so she could reposition. Emasa pulled herself back up into a kneeling position, swinging first her right then her left leg over his torso, reversing her position. Her furry thighs hugged the sides of his chest, his breathing pressing up into her breasts as she flattened herself on him. He had a full view of her tight, muscular buttocks and glistening slit, as she planned. Emasa, on the other hand, no longer had the distraction of his eyes to draw her away from her two-handed massage of his prick.

Having seen the nearly orgasmic pleasure with which Rolan had awakened to find her tongue on his cock, Emasa was reinvigorated to contiue her licking. She salivated messily, her long tongue leaving streaks of saliva between it and his shaft as her tongue curled around him, sliding up and down the shaft with dexterity that left him groaning in her grip. The alpha, perhaps stunned by the incredible view of the black fur and wet lips between her thighs, took this time to recover, pleasure and heat rushing through his groin. Emasa grinned, not caring for the pleasure in her expression. This whole excercise was turning out to be more enjoyable than she had thought, and Rolan had not been confused about her presence. Maybe this was a long time coming? She wondered if the wolves had complicated mating rituals.

She threw her head back suddenly, a narrow band of saliva and pre still connecting her lips and the tip of his shaft. Rolan had pulled her tail! The yank had been painful, but her body was responding with more than that. There was something dominant and sexual about the way he was yanking her rear into the air, his own clawed hand slipping between her thighs to rub with an open paw against her mound. His cool claws rubbed briefly over her hooded clit, searching for and finding it in mere moments. It was immediately his, pinched between two of the claws and squeezed with a gentle but insistant force. Emasa's body shivered with pleasure as his questing fingers found their way inside her moist tunnel, plunging in and out with forceful persistence. She rolled her hips into his touches, growling with delight.

"Selan, don't stop." Rolan eventually said, the mild reproach reminding her with a quick flush of embarassment. It was her that came to seduce him. Chastised, and desperate to regain the upper hand, she dove back down with her muzzle, her tongue swirlling wildly around his shaft as she took the entire thing into her mouth. The end of her muzzle bumped up against his knot, and she willingly withdrew and plunged downward again, sucking and slurping at his cock, feeling the tiny squirts of pre that accompanied her efforts. It didn't help her concentration to feel him press a second furry digit into her depths, the accompanying schlick sound causing her clawed feet to curl bestride his head. She was ravenous now, pulling her head off his cock and sending glistening streamers of salvia through the air as she yipped her pleasure at his ministrations. She hadn't expected the wolf to be so good! Gripping his twitching cock in both furry paws, she worked him up and down rapidly, desperate to get the alpha off before she had come herself.

"No." came his gentle insistance, but it carried with it the weight of command and she felt him pull on her tail again, her hands slipping off his slick wolfhood. Damnit! She had gotten him so close! As the alpha pulled her back, her eyes clenched shut, the pain from the tugging at her sensitive tail nearly driving her to tears. The submissive instincts of the body she inhabited kicked in rapidly, however, and the pain became heart-pounding excitement at what her alpha had in store. Emasa was aghast. She thought she had repressed all of Selan's instincts, but here they were surging to the fore. She sat up, trying to regain some of her own dominance through posture, but this only drove the alpha below her to grab her ample breasts, running his paws over her grey fur and sensitive nipples. She felt him sit up, and his muzzle came up over her shoulder. Something in her mind wanted him to just bite her then and there. The damn wolf must know what sort of effect he was having on her.

"You always resisted me before..." the white wolf growled into her shoulder, one of his hands running off her breasts and down her side. Rolan had her in his grasp, and Emasa could not help but let out a slight moan as she sat on his lap, his still-erect prick slippery between her legs, rubbing softly against her cunt. His arms wrap around her chest completely, hugging her close as their breathing begins to match pace with each other. The light in the chamber shifted as a strong breeze from outside rattled the leather tent that held them. She saw flashes of the red in his fur as moonlight briefly flickered over their entwined forms. Emasa was frozen, fighting the feelings of her body while trying to come up with a coherant answer to his quiet question. She didn't have to answer after all, as he simply continued "...you must finally be ready to bear pups for the pack."

"Yes." she answered breathlessly, feeling him give a long lick to the fur of the side of her neck, his warm, wet tongue lingering there as she shudders in his grip. She would have said anything just to keep him here.

"I thought you merely wanted to be the only unmated female in the tribe. I am glad you chose me." Emasa flinched as he nipped the skin of her shoulder gently. Unmated? This body certainly wasn't a virgin, was it? She hadn't noticed any hymen earlier. No wonder the feelings it was having were so strong. He released his arms' grip around her chest, and her hands automatically began to drift downward towards her cunt and his throbbing member. The alpha had different plans, however, and yanked her tail again, causing her to yelp with surprise and another rush of pleasure. His other paw rested on her shoulder, shoving her forward gently. Emasa had to remove her hands from her crotch to brace herself against the padded furs on the ground. She flushed with arousal, feeling the strong alpha pull her pussy lips apart with his claws, his rough tongue sliding against her folds, finally pushing its way inside.

Emasa tried to resist rocking back and forth into his plunging tongue-thrusts, the white wolf's long tongue lapping at her fluids, flicking her clit during each pass with expert ease. Blasts of hot air from his warm, wet nose tickled her depths as she allowed him to pleasure her. Her teeth clenched tight in concentration, Emasa can't help but lift one paw to roughly handle her own sensitive breast as Rolan's muzzle works over her sex. Gasping in pleasure, the wolfen female claws at her own chest, trying to bring herself that last bit of stimulation to push herself over the edge. She cannot help but whine when Rolan's tongue withdraws, leaving her dripping sticky fluids down her own thighs. She feels his weight press over her back, his toned chest pressing against her back as he gently tugs her hand from her own breast and places his paws over the top of hers. The pair of them pant there for a moment, sweating and panting simultaneously, fur streaked with wetness as their knees and hands sink into the padded furs together.

It's only moments of this tableau before Rolan begins to push himself forward, his canine prick slowly parting Emasa's wet folds, the warmth of her sex embracing him as she moans her consent, the powerful male's cock working its way in inch by agonizing inch. Emasa, for her part, merely hung her head, her black fur shining with sweat and moonlight. He continued to push in, and she could only clench and groan at his slow penetration, the long shaft bottoming out as she felt his knot slap up against her outer lips with a thick slapping sound. The very tip of his cock pressed against the entrance to her cervix, the buzz of oncoming pain leaving her head swimming. She clenched her walls around his shaft, the weight and warmth of him filling her magnificently. She felt her body stretching to accomodate his length.

Rolan lifts one of his hands a moment to toss Emasa's tail out of the way, resting it over one of his shoulders like a fluffy black rope. So prepared, he begins to rock his hips, his knot huge against her entrance. Emasa pushes back with shameless abandon, revelling in the feel of him inside her, and the swollen, slippery knot that stretches her with each thrust. The sounds of their mating cannot be disguised anymore, as Rolan continues to thrust he lets out yips and growls of pleasure, his world collapsing to the feel of her lush depths tightening around his shaft. For her part Emasa does everything she can to further arouse the alpha, moaning lustily with each thrust, muttering out "Yes, please. Yes. Alpha! Yes!" as he picks up the pace to accomodate Emasa's passionate shouts. Emasa let out a helpless whine. Perhaps this wolf didn't need to die after all. Perhaps she would keep him.

He continued to plunge into her, shifting the angle of his hips repeatedly so each new thrust stretched and stroked her sex in a new way. She felt his paws run over her hips, feeling her contours and the way that they bucked under his motion. Rolan leaned forward over her shoulder, his muzzle resting next to her cheek as his paws continued to slide up her body, one pinning her own hand to the ground as the other ruffled her grey-furred midriff and chest, leaving haphazard streaks in her fur where his claws parted it. With the same paw he cupped her breast, pulling it back into her chest repeatedly in time with his long, slow thrusts. Emasa swung her head to the right, catching his muzzle in hers as they kissed roughly, their tongues dancing and pushing against each other as they explored together.

Emasa was losing, and she knew it. She didn't know if Rolan planned it, or even realized she had come to seduce him rather than merely take his seed. His knot, however, was beginning to slip against her folds, and she knew if she didn't regain control she would soon lose herself under him. Emasa reached back with one hand as he kissed her, pulling their faces closer together a moment before breaking the kiss with a gasp. Leveraging one knee against the floor, she planted a clawed foot on his chest, to which he responded with a grunt of surprise and then shock as she kicked him out of her. Lost in a lustful daze, he thudded backwards into the pile of furs with none of his usual grace. Lowering her shoulders and prowling in a tight circle, she turned to face him, locking eyes with the white wolf, her feral grin back.

"You were too right, alpha. I was afraid of being tied to the pack, drawn away from my solitude in the forest." she said, crawling up his chest, her paws pinning his arms to his side as his shaft, still slick with their fluids, slid along her furry breast. "This war, though, it excites me. You have led us so well, I would allow no other to breed me." Emasa watched his eyes follow her hands as she held one of her own breasts, his stare and panting tongue watching her trace her own body with sensual grace. Rolan gasped his surprise when her other claw reached down and took hold of his cock again, holding it upright over her lowering pussy, her eyes locking with his as she dripped onto his shaft, the beads of her wetness rolling down its sides and making his white fur go grey with the dampness. Her tail swished happily over his legs as she did so. Did she have no control over the damn thing?

She could see the agonizing descent of her hips play out in his eyes, trying to prevent his hips from rising into her and showing his desperation. The little white wolf still wanted to maintain dominance. He had been kicked over by his beta and left sprawled, only a few words away from begging for her to mount him again. Straightening her back as she looked down at his expression, she saw the desire for dominance leave his eyes, his ears flattened, and he could not tear his eyes away from her teasing sex. Emasa grinned. That was victory.

Holding his canine prick in one hand to smooth the process, she dropped onto him.

His reaction was immediate, head thrown back in ecstasy as she planted both paws on his arms and rolled her hips around, feeling the gentle tug of his knot on her entrance again. Yes! Perfect! She gasped as he began to thrust up into her, but he could barely find traction as she pinned him beneath her, her breasts swaying over his chest with the rocking of their blissful union. Heat rushed to her groin as she watched him surrender. It was much better than merely letting the wolf get her off with his fingers or by taking her like an animal. She had him under her control now, and to cement this pushed her muzzle back into his, letting the shock run out of his eyes as it is replaced by the dull surrender of acceptance. Pushing with her knees into the soft furs, she bounces happily on his shaft, no longer caring that her tail is swishing wildly through the air above them. Neither is silent, his breathless gasps having given way to moans of happiness, and her throat filling with the vicious growls of a wolf in heat. Oh, her body was enjoying this! Perhaps there was something to be said for taking virgin bodies merely to steal their first coupling from them.

The thought of a hundred experiences like this one, perhaps a thousand in her lifetime, drove Emasa nearly to the edge. Rolan was not faring much better, still trying to desperately push his knot up through her folds with each thrust. She decided it was time to oblige him and cement this seduction. What did it matter if this body was full of pups? In years she would have her choice of werewolf virgins to posess and mate with, and have to bear none of the consequences. Emasa flushed with pleasure as the thought passed through her head, with a howl, she rises up until his prick is nearly completely out of her, his cock head barely teasing the outer lips of her cunt. All in one motion, the grey breasted female dropped onto her alpha, using the force of gravity and his rising hips to drive the cock deeper into her than it had gone before. There was an obscene popping sound as the wolf's knot finally penetrated her, driving a gasp of pleasure out of her that rapidly turns into a howl.

Driven mad by Emasa bouncing atop him, Rolan could only thrust upward into the wolfess, using his hands to push her further down his shaft, the knot causing her parted cunt to bulge and stretch with each powerful movement of her hips atop his. Rolan probably knew that Emasa was fucking him, and not the other way around, but it was clear from his lustful, needy expression that he was no longer concerned with dominance. Their twin yips grew into howls at the camp heard both the vocal and sexual sounds of their lovemaking. Their hands pass each other as Emasa leans forward into his touch, feeling his claws run roughly over her breasts, her own hands clawing messily at the fur on his chest, leaving thin scratches in his skin as she loses herself in the sensation of the powerful wolf inside her. "Oh, yes Alpha! Take me! Give me your pups!" she shoued, not caring if the wolves can hear her. Her words are only half true, though. It didn't matter what happened to this body, only that he followed her orders to war.

"Selan..." he said breathlessly, gasping as she drove herself to the hilt on him again, the feeling of fullness causing her to lean back, away from his groping claws, breathlessly resting her hands on the ground behind them as she feels him twitching inside her. "I..." he begins, but she doesn't let him finish, throwing herself forward suddenly and taking his muzzle with hers again, the pair of them panting desperately through their wet noses. With such an embrace, Rolan loses himself, and Emasa can feel the rush of heat to his shaft briefly before it erupts, painting the inside of her womb with hot ribbons of semen. She continues to thrust herself up and down, letting go of his mouth only to drive her teeth into his shoulder, the ultimate indicator of her victory. He would not be able to hide a fresh wound on white fur the next morning. The others would know what had happened. Feeling the throbbing thing inside her continune to fill her with his seed, Emasa could hold back herself no longer, whimpering through her full mouth as her cunt flushed with her own fluids, her body quivering over his with her powerful orgasm.

Exhausted, Rolan could only feebly thrust up into her a few more times as she came, the pair of them locked together in a warm embrace on the pile of furs that now bore the scent and evidence of their feral sex. They stayed there for minutes, wordlessly, Emasa not removing her teeth from his shoulder once in her victorious bite. Only when his knot deflated, squeezing the last few drops of his fluid into her depths, did she release him, not even realizing her claws were still pinning the alpha's arms helplessly to the pile of furs. She was exhausted, but chose to stand rather than roll off him, gazing into his eyes as she rubbed her cunt with her free hand, watching his mesmerized stare as she spread the evidence of his orgasm across her fur and sex. Her chest heaved as she stood above him, triumphant but nearly oversexed. It had been a powerful first experience for this body...how many more could she steal? Her mind still reeling with the afterglow of their sex, she could only grin at the possibilities.

"Perhaps..." Rolan began, heaving as he crawled backwards a few inches up the pile of furs, trying to sit up instead of having the powerful female standing over his prone form. "Perhaps you are right. Perhaps the tribe should expand..." She saw the lust in his eyes. He expected many more nights of this, the talk of pups and and captive conquests having clearly driven him into her camp.

"Yes, my Alpha." she said, though the word hung in the air in a hollow way. This was her tribe now, and they both knew it. Using the mask of Selan's face, Emasa grinned.

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A week later, the pair of them stood at the edges of the plains south of the Greywood, ready to make final war upon Cael and his territory. Emasa wore the guise of Selan frequently now, though she knew she would have to abandon it for her true form. They would need her scales and fury if they were to bear Cael to the ground and make him submit. She wondered briefly at the possibility of posessing males, something she had never tried. There were so many possibilties once you understood the technique. All it required was blood. The wolves around her watched as Selan held one furred hand to her forehead, crouched in the treeline at the edge of the plains. The sun had just risen, and they had all day to make it to the dragon's nest. She had given them directions, and promised to scout ahead for traps and danger. In truth she would simply return home and return on wing to lead her wolves south.

They watched their lead scout nervously as she scanned the horizon. She glanced back at the assembled wolves, loyal all, marked with the red stripes of war and conquest. The fresh blood would fade to brown over the course of the day, disappearing completely in some of their fur. They were powerful, magnificient beasts, but Emasa knew there were other races to make loyal to her. Looking to her right, at Rolan, she grinned. He looked to her with the same curiosity as the other wolves, perked up and awaiting her command.

She jerked her head south and sent the wolves bounding swiftly across the crisp plains, dawn streaking the grasses orange and yellow while her wolves were black and brown streaks among the gently shifting plants.

Cael didn't have a hope in the world, she thought.