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"Where are you taking me?"

Her captives remain silent. A pair of two legged wolves hoisted a pole on their shoulders, Tara tied and hanging off in the middle of it. Since they pounced on her, they spoke only in feral growls and grumbling before carrying her into the forbidden depths of the forest. The scent of werewolves overwhelmed her, and only now did her heart started to settle. Fear took hold of her, apprehensive of what the two were planning to do. From how she was bound, she wondered if they were going to put her on a spit. Yet another part of her rang in excitement. For a while now, she was fascinated with these creatures. The depictions of fear in paintings of these beasts did not do them justice.

She had ignored the warnings posted about the borders of their territory, and ventured deep. It was not just her own curiosity that brought her here, but her innate desires. Previous attempts yielded nothing but frustration in trying to discover these beasts, eluding her like she had some darker intent. Like the gods had been generous with multiple warnings not to risk her life for them. Especially if she was born a species they prey upon. For days she ignored them up until tonight, wandering into the Blood Moon Cave and encountering these two. It all happened within seconds. The two cornering her. Leaping on her. A clawed hand wrapped around her neck, as she was restrained.

Together they hauled her in towards the darker heart of their forest. The brush was dense, and the canopies quieted. Air was tense and difficult to breathe. Her instincts kicked in hard, making her want to struggle and escape. The subtle warning of danger flared her body, and she swung on her binds.

"Stop that!" A low voice snarled. Tara froze, staring back at the glowing yellow eye glinting in her direction from the front. "Else I will rip that neck of yours." They returned to their normal pace. Tara blinked. But the wonder of their ability to speak was dashed with the looming threat they are carrying her towards.

The werewolf behind her growled. But a careful ear corrected her that he was chuckling. "She has spirit this pretty one. Yet still a fool to set her hoof upon our lands. You should have known better, little morsel. Better start praying to your deities before ours sink their fangs into your soul."

"W-Wait," Tara said, taking quivered breaths. "I-I wanted to see your leader. T-To become one of yours."

They stopped, the leading wolf turning his head so his eye just met hers. Both were lost for words for a bit, but carried on. Tara's wait for answers was met with disappointment. "I have heard better pleas for life from a non-sentient elk," the leading wolf said. "Why should we let food become one of the greats? Your reckless ambition has granted you nothing but de-"

"Brother." The hind werewolf tugged at the pole, earning another growl from the front. "Why not honour her request?"

"What?" The front wolf spun his body around, almost dropping Tara to glare at his brethren. "Then are we to turn up to the ritual with nothing to offer for the gods? Alpha Donovan will have our blood for this!" He stormed towards the back, still holding onto the pole, until his snout was right up against the other werewolf. "Since when have you started showing mercy to prey?"

"You misunderstand me." Tara couldn't see what the hind wolf was doing, her vision blocked by the rump of the other. The two were quiet for a while. Until a warm object pressed in between her legs, tapered and soft. Before she could react, it poked at her nethers. She gasped when it twisted and drew circles around them, smearing her in its slime. "Perhaps the gods wouldn't mind if we add filling into the sacrifice?"

Her lower lips parted, earning the werewolf a yelp from her, before he sank into her slowly. The hot member throbbed, the smooth canine shape wriggling deep. With how her legs were tied together, the narrowed tunnel spread, forcing her walls apart and pressing at her pleasure points. He murred above her groans, and stepped closer, sinking more of him into her until a large orb pressed between her labia. A moan forced out of her throat and echoed between the trees. Her body shifted, in instinct to try and get away, but in her bound state she was helplessly penetrated by her predator. She bobbed back and forth, another moan breaking out as she thrusted herself onto the member with the swinging motions. Tara sucked in a deep breath between her teeth, and stilled.

"So you wanted to be one of us?" The front werewolf returned to the front of her, but this time facing her as the pole hung on his shoulder. In contrast to his grey and white fur, his red veiny member nodded right in front of her, wafting a new scent. She shuddered, her mouth opening slowly on its own. The next second, the rod snaked inside her. "Gnnnrk!" He stepped forward, locking her in between two werewolves, and forced his knot behind her lips, the entire girth taking so much space in her that she nearly choked. The slimy and salty taste of his potent musk hit her. Her first instinct was to pull out, yet a much intimate part of her dragged her tongue over the smooth surface, and gently closed her mouth over his sex with a deep suckle. "We will grant you that final wish.. in spirit. But if you are so invested in us, surely you know what we do to females."

The werewolf behind her bucked, pressing Tara against the other's groin and giving her a breath of his musk at its peak. Then like a pendulum, she swung back, and hilted over the member. Before Tara could scream, he bucked again, the front werewolf moving in sync to thrust into her mouth and push her back. She swung wildly, the members penetrating deeper and faster. The werewolves looked at her in amusement at first. Then strained expressions appeared, and they craned their heads, becoming more focused in filling her.

"Hrrrnmph!" Tara balled her hands to fists, right next to her hoofs trying to tug at the rope to kick. But she was at their mercy and to be used by their desires. Not that she could complain. She closed her eyes, trying to relax. To open herself to their lustful growls that still made her heart race with fear, to change that emotion to excitement. To imagine herself slowly turning into-

"Looks like.. she's enjoying it," the back werewolf said. Something hot dripped onto Tara's tongue after the last word. Then she whimpered. It still brought her bliss, but also dread. That it would soon be over, and that pre was a calling for her savour every moment if the worst happened.

They rutted her faster and faster. Her own peak also fast approaching. And when she was just about to blow over, both werewolves forced themselves further forward, and jammed both their knots inside her. They plugged her entrances, and with a symphony of sharp snarls, their members swelled against her tunnels, and burst with ropes of their essence into their respective holes and forcing them in no other direction but deeper. The sticky seed splashed against the roof of her mouth, each load as heavy as the other. She drank as much as she could, until the taste washed over her mind with intense bliss. It stalled her that his cum flowed and drooled out. The effects of her drink flowed to her vent, the tender sensation making her feel every splash against and even through her cervix. Within seconds her womb filled. Then it grew, pushing up against her belly as her vent milked every drop it could. The added weight was uncomfortable on her limbs, but it was empty compared to the warm euphoria of having her body full of werewolf seed.

They sandwiched her in this position for a good minute. Their members finished squirting the last of their virile essence, before they were softened and shrunken enough for both to pull out of her. Tara closed her mouth over the warm drink. It felt like her jaws were jammed open for days, but she held in as much as she could, slowly swallowing them, purposely making them loud. A large hand wrapped around her snout, not letting anymore of his cum escape, before he dragged it to face his sinister smile.

"Savour every drop, doe," he said. Tara felt her heart hammering again, nodding slowly before trying to gulp own the last bit of his slime. "This may be the first and last time you will enjoy being mated by us werewolves." She flushed, her vent unable to seal the excess seed in her sanctuary. The slimy substance dribbled over her tailhole, a new scent mixing in with the air. One of her own arousal. If they had smelled it as well, they didn't let off any changes to their expressions. Instead, the werewolf relaxed his hold over her mouth, gently brushing over her cheek as he pulled it away. "Hmm.. this one hasn't let fear control her. A pity she will be sacrificed."

His eyes went towards the other werewolf, another smirk creasing across his maw. "Why not enjoy every moment we have with her?"

"Agreed." Both of them gripped onto the pole with both claws. Tara thought they were going to lower her. She shouldn't have expected them to grant them luxury such as relief for her arms and legs. Instead, they crossed over and swapped places. Something warm pressed against her vent again. They were going to mate her the second time! The moment she gasped, a hand wrapped around the back of her head and dragged it to face over her shoulders, a member still drenched in their combined fluids waiting. He didn't give her a second before its cocktail of tastes brushed over her tongue, and wriggled to her throat. "Lets see if your mouth is as good as your pussy. Clean it up."

The order was like a calling to her, and she obeyed without second thoughts. His musk was much spicier compared to the other, a flavour that complemented the taste of her juices which she was already familiar with. She wanted more, and hence sucked on his length, her tongue then drawing circles over his tip. Even pressing against his opening to taste his pre, as his second climax started to rise. Her thoughts stopped with a sudden thrust, and the werewolf behind her stepped forward to secure his member inside. Tara tensed, not only hearing the squelch of his rod sliding along her cum-lubricated walls, but also feeling it slide. "It has been a while since I last bred a needy female like you. What better opportunity to enjoy it now before you become Donovan's." A delighted thrum signalled his first withdrawing, before sinking it back into her again.

"The ritual will begin soon," spoke the other. "Why not keep her busy as we walk? We do have a long way to go after all."

Tara's eyes widened. She didn't hear their agreement, but already they took their first step together. The werewolf at the front cradled her head, not letting her shift from his member while she swung back and forth, penetrating herself over the other's member again and again. All the while carrying her towards her fate! Her eyes rolled back, and she relaxed against the crotch of this werewolf like someone cuddling her. Both her sense of smell and taste were overwhelmed by his musk. A message that coursed down her spine, her bliss strengthening as she had no control over how she rutted against the one behind her. Even if it nudged at a pleasure spot, she got no time to recover before the member entered her depths again and again. She was fast approaching her next peak, her fluids dribbling out of her sex. But neither wolves stopped or slowed, not even paying much attention to her as they navigated the forest. Tara groaned at the member, and the hand held her firmly amidst her climax. The one behind her was next to seed her, immediately followed by another squirt of werewolf essence over her mouth. They gritted their fangs, their orgasms silent and still they didn't falter. Sinisterly the front wolf passed a grin at her, fangs drooling, before stuffing her into his groin again. She swallowed every spurt, and her belly flared. Her womb and stomach bloated, the two different seeds in these chambers swirling and churning within her. Before she could think about it any further, their rods pierced into her again..

Their stamina was impressive. Tara lost count with their peaks, mindlessly pleasuring and swallowing their limitless supply of musk. Oh if only she were a werewolf. Her desires to become of them, to bear their pups, only grew with their sessions. She swore they took the long route back, not that she minded. All other thoughts melted away in bliss as she came again, and the wolves made her heavier soon after. Even if she couldn't carry anymore, it didn't stop them from using her, as they leave trails of cum behind and marked their territory. She gagged and choked, and her vent spasmed with every exchange of dormant seed out of her for new.

"We're here."

Those words came too soon. Her eyes shot wide, a whimper forced out of her when both werewolves removed themselves from her. Like a cork over full containers pulled, their seed poured out of her. Tara almost hurled the thick concoction, but she knew her absolute limits. With longing eyes, she allowed her body to recover and push out the excess.

The first thing that caught her attention was the towering totem, the top alit with a torch. Stars were replaced with bits of rock, too close towards them and uneven on the dome sky. Even the smallest of noises, like her gagging, bounced across the darkened walls. There were no trees, and the only light was the torch they just passed.

"Shame your entertainment ends here," one of the wolves said, just before stepping into the red light at the end of the tunnel.

Tara quickly found out the light was actually from the night sky. They came into a huge chamber that descended downwards via many levels of wooden bridges and platforms. Their innovation and progress surprising for such a primitive tribe of feral beasts. High above them, the ceiling opened to the red moon. Beams of her light pierced between thick roots and branches growing over it, and illuminating this area of the cave in its haunting aura. The grey walls were coated in moss like tapestries, with trees growing on rocks outstretched and water pouring in from small holes and into the lake below as waterfalls. Upon the network of paths these beasts take, were small huts and dens carved into the walls, homes of these numerous werewolves.

She was carried past a number of spear racks and forgeries, as well as a large 'plaza' in the centre. The lower they carried her, the denser the air felt. Werewolves on the upper floor were quieter towards the three, but as they descended, they looked more menacing and hungry. Many eyes fixed upon her, including their prisoners hanging in cages suspended from the platforms of the upper floors. Tara looked behind her, and following them were a gathering like a pack. They walked down the last of the ramps, paws of her carriers crunching against the tall grass. After crossing one final bridge over a small river, they arrived on what looked like an altar at first. Four totems lined the borders, the pack seemingly knowing well not to cross it. In the centre of which was a stone slab, the surface of which flat but stained in dark red. She froze at the scent of charred blood emanating from it.

"Alpha Donovan," the front werewolf dropped to one knee. With how the pole remain balanced, the one behind her did it as well. Grass tickled her back like little bristles stroking her. Despite a few waterfall roaring as water plummeted into the lake behind the altar, they sound so distant. That she could hear the crickets within this grove, and the faint whispers and growls behind her.

Behind this stone slab, was another set of stairs made from the same stone, decorated with a rug. And perching upon the throne, was another werewolf. Compared to the others, this one was larger. His pelt was mostly grey, saved for his neck and chin, and getting as dark as night as she glanced towards his back, thighs and arms. Unlike many behind her that were mostly plain and naked, their leader had ear piercings, a bone necklace and leather straps over his biceps. A pair of braids rested on either side of his shoulders, and the rest of his black hair flowed down across his back. He sat with one leg resting on another, his chin leaning on his arm against an armrest, eyes closed. The way he's perched emitted a glamour of sorts. One which Tara could not take her eyes from.

"This one is foolish enough to ignore our warnings. Perhaps she was sent here by the gods as our sacrifice?"

The leader grimaced a little, like he was disturbed from a long sleep. Slowly his eyes glinted when the red moon struck. But when he fully pried them open, Tara could truly see how he stood out from the rest. His eyes were a gradient of green to yellow, shining from his pupils like witnessing a pair of eclipses. He looked into Tara's eyes, wearing the same expression of indifference. She expected him to be amused, at least smiling, that he could complete whatever tradition they would have. Tonight the red moon was full in the clear night sky. To her people and those on the island, a bad omen. But what of the werewolves?

"No one just happens to appear anywhere," Donovan said. His voice was so different from the others that it caught her breath. His voice was soft. Calm. Tender. Like he were speaking to close friends. And yet there was enough force behind his words that would shatter her thoughts from anything else but his voice. "And neither are they willing to bring themselves before our fangs. Do with her what you will."

"Alpha Donovan," the other carrier said. "You will be amused with this. We found her in the Blood Moon Cave. If this is nary a sign, then a curse be upon my fangs."

The leader frowned, raising his head to sit upright. His eyes remained on Tara, unblinking. She challenged his gaze, but lost quickly, turning away with a blush. Her ears flickered up. Before she could register the subtle noise, the ropes snapped, and the ground thud against her spine. Hard. The weight of werewolf essence made the fall painful. With a grunt, Tara laid on the ground, her back groaning after being in such discomfort for so long. It was a relieving ache, and she could lie on the ground all night. If there weren't any pressing matters. She pulled herself in a half-sitting position. A shadow passed over her head, and she looked up at Donovan. His head just blocked the moon, and all she could see of him was his eyes in his silhouette.

"You," he squatted to almost her level, the large pecs staring back at her. For a brief moment she appreciated the bulges of muscles behind his fur, but his voice instantly snapped her attention back to him. "Your scent is of this island's. Then you know what we are, and what fate awaits the ignorant lambs that wander into our lands. And yet, you were blind enough to do not only just that.. but stray on upon sacred grounds. Unfortunately, your reckless creativity won't earn any favours or special treatments." Tara quivered, clutching on her arms and looking downcast. The werewolves behind her grumbled and snickered. Who was she kidding to surrender herself like this to them? She should have thought this through and come with an alternate path.

"That look," Donovan continued, eyes darting about her face. "I hardly smell fear in you either. Did you intentionally let yourself be captured?"

Tara forced herself to look at him. Her heart blossomed, at least a little, to that bit of light. She wanted to speak quickly, but her voice was weakened. Just as she resigned herself, Donovan offered her a lifeline. Though it could be a red herring, why wouldn't her body respond? Tara squeezed at her arm. This was a chance the leader was offering, and she would curse herself for eternity if she let it slip! She forced herself in a nod. Probably a bit too forced.

Donovan raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Speak."

She also forced her throat. Her voice came like a baby just learning to talk. Incomprehensible whimpers filled the glade's silence, earning a few laughs.

He didn't join in. Rather wearing a disappointed look as he looked off to the side briefly. "We don't speak in mumble language. If you want a small chance to live, you better say something we understand."

Tara cleared her throat. A puff of wolf musk filled her maw and she quickly cupped it. Futile against a werewolf, but it was her instinct. Surely he would have smelled it, but his expression didn't change. "I-I..."

"I?" Spoken like he was teaching a child. His hand gestured to egg her on.

"...I want to be werewolf." Her nose tingled. A sense of relief blanketed over her form. Then followed by a flush of embarrassment. But she didn't care. She already came to peace with everything, and was ready to accept life anew and reborn within the tribe of her desires. The werewolves behind her scoffed. Either towards how ridiculous her wish was, or towards her grim fate to be born a prey to them instead.

Donovan shook his head, standing up. "Then you wasted your life too soon. Your wish goes against the will of.." he shook his hand absent-mindedly, "..whatever gods you worship. Let alone, the laws of nature that govern our world. If that is not enough to deter, I can smell your protection against our fangs' influence. Perhaps in the next life the gods w-"

"The Blood Moon ritual."

He stuttered, lost for words himself. Tara didn't have the time to be amused with herself. The words came out quickly. Her arms and legs were numb, the world spinning as blood drained to her torso. Had she not said them, she would have collapsed. Even those behind her became silent. "How did you know of that?" He slid his foot closer, voice cracking a bit from his composure.

Tara sucked in a deep breath. Her arms refused to settle from shivering, and her heart just as frightful as them. "I-I have been studying about the werewolves. In my spare time. I know more. T-Than anyone else among the island." She looked up, staring at his chin. "E-Even how the alpha is chosen. I heard your influence is at its strongest when the red moon rise. Hence the name."

Donovan crossed his arms, looking towards his brethren. Then back to her. "No secrets hidden from the civilised I suppose. You people can't leave us well enough alone." He turned to the stone tablet, walking around it. Then pulled something resembling a dagger made from a tusk of some animal behind it. "Once an outsider steps upon our turf, they can never leave."

Tara's heart rose to her throat, and she shuffled back. Her body was still exhausted and encumbered, but she continued to squirm. Until her back rested on the legs of her carriers, their smirking down on her.

The alpha walked to her, bone dagger in his grip. "You have to two choices. Sacrifice to the moon," he went to his knee, and stroke the smooth side of the weapon over her cheek, "Or become a prisoner. Though I should tell you, the second choice is most popular." He flicked his snout towards the cages. "Gives you time to lament your choices before your flesh fills our belly."

"P-Please," Tara cracked, her tears welling. "Haven't I already suffered? That my wish is to become one of yours, only for the gods to toy with me, and force me upon this body?"

"They gave you this body for a reason. You were never destined to change. Surely your resistance is already proof enough?"

"Alpha Donovan." One of the carriers interrupted. "There's no point reasoning with food. The gods are hungry long enough. I say we stall them no longer."

Tara broke down, crying silently. She tried. And in the end, it was never meant to be. She didn't care anymore with what happens to her. She wanted out of this body. She wanted this curse removed. She wanted to rest. And with bitter hope, reborn anew as someone she wanted this time. It wasn't fair.

"Very well." The bone dagger turned, the pointed end pricking her. Where her tears would land. She was already calmed. It doesn't matter anymore.

Then he pulled away, and Donovan stood up. "Take one of the prisoners and prepare them for the sacrifice."

The carriers whipped their heads to their leader, frowns forming. "A-Alpha Donovan? Surely you're not showing mercy to-"

Donovan slowly turned to him, a calm stern look on his face against the rough brute-like appearance of the carrier. No words need to be said. The carrier stepped back, passed a shuddering nod, before excusing himself. The crowd parted a path for him, whispering amongst themselves.

"You are much too foolish to bring yourself here, doe," Donovan sat on the stone tablet, his legs spread apart. "Then again, maybe this is a sign from another deity. Many prey knelt over where you sat, pleading for mercy or throwing harsh language. But none ever begged to become one of us. Nature's gift is law in these lands after all." He smiled warmly, a hand drifting over his groin with a small rub. "But it will be a shame, that a curious doe who knew too much will go unrewarded for her knowledge."

His hand parted, revealing his member. It was different to the other werewolves. Instead of the canine member, it was simply long and smooth with a spade tip, in the same colour as his fur. In fact, what appealed to her the most was the length. It arched as it lengthened, growing past his belly button and touching at the upper most muscles of his abs. Tara stared in awe at it, and quickly wiped her eyes. Could this be-?

"No."

She blinked. He knew what she was thinking. It was predictable anyways.

"A test of your worth." He curled his finger and beckoned her forward. Her body stood on its own before she could absorb what he was saying, and she moved closer. "There are three simple trials. Once you pass my judgement, then I will commence the ritual. But should you fail.." he set the dagger aside on the table, but made his point vivid. "The gods shall feast."

Tara knelt before him. Before she was at level with his rod, she could already smell- no, taste his scent. The thick musk of the alpha. Like aphrodisiac, it trapped her in a trance. She could still move, but with considerable effort if it was against her body's desire to bathe herself in him. The thought of which exhilarated her. To be reeled into the thick cloud, and just knowing to drink from him was the right thing to do. And one worthy for her final moments in this body, one way or another. She offered no resistance, and watched as her fingers brushed over the smooth surface of his shaft.

"This is your first trial." His hand wrapped around the back of her head and shoved his length immediately into her. Tara's eyes shot wide. Not half of his length entered, and yet his tip was already at her throat. "Let my brethren be entertained by your will to pleasure. Your desire to drink. And your will to become of us!" He pushed her further.

"Grrk!" Her throat expanded slightly, and she gagged. Her tube clenched around his girth, as it breached her oesophagus without resistance. It quivered, her hands pressing at either side of his member, ready to resist. He relaxed his hand, and immediately Tara withdrew with another hurl. Slimy and slick noises followed a cough. His arm tensed, not allowing her any further than her lips to his spade. Half his rod glistened in her coat of saliva, trickling down his length. She grabbed it with both hands, stroking up and down and rubbing her saliva over the rest of him.

Donovan growled the moment she finished, a single throb wriggling his member out of her grip. Taking a deep breath, Tara positioned herself right over it, mouth gaping wide. Then forced herself down and pushed the flaring tip into her throat once again. She resisted the gag reflex, undeterred. Then the rod descended further, bulging out of her neck. Slowly she forced her body to accept him. Instead of wanting to hurl, her throat clenched rhythmically, swallowing him. Her tube rippled down, milking his length and helping her descent. She imagined trying to swallow a large meal, and very soon her snout pressed into the wet patch of fur, staining her in his scent.

Her throat was rather delicate. And judging from his tensing muscles, he was resisting temptations. She blushed at the level of care he had, and slowly pulled back, rhythmically after each swallow. Her face contorted each time, trying to resist the motions of her swallows, pulling her down. And she earned a growling moan each time. Her tongue renewed the salivary coat each time, the taste almost hypnotic to her. Lulling her to continue. She thought werewolf musk wouldn't be more intense than what she experienced by her captors. Yet she felt like the entire grove was filled in his potent scent, the aftertaste lingering and overwhelming her tongue. It was all she could smell. And all she could breathe. Nothing but the purest form of the alpha.

She stopped halfway and relaxed. Moaning and gagging, she let the involuntary contractions of her swallows pull her back down on his impressive manhood. Nice and slow at first. She thanked the gods for this alpha's patience, the sluggish pleasing must had been torture to Donovan. There were moments she froze at his twitching arms, but he never grabbed at her. Instead letting her take her own time. It was her trial after all. After a few more cycles, her throat was numbed and used to the stretching, and she could move faster. Tara bobbed her head back and forth, making Donovan pant. He brushed a hand over her cheek, the tingling sensation welcoming, but ultimately she ignored it like it was a fly. She focused on his member, moving faster and faster. If she let such a thing distract her, she thought, then he would never let her become a werewolf.

Donovan leaned on the table, his member gently guiding her to be almost atop him. Then he reached his heavy legs around, over her shoulders, and weighed her down. His panting turned to sharp growls, yet he did not directly push her onto his cock. Just kept her secured on him with his legs. The large furry limb brushed over her back, transmitting a soothing warmth only his pelt could provide against the cold night. Passionate thoughts snapped as soon as they formed when her leader snarled. She looked up at his bare fangs, giving him her bedroom eyes the moment his girth swelled against her mouth. His orgasm was silent, and she hardly tasted it. But she felt his hot seed dripping on the later parts of her oesophagus, then a surging heat radiating from her chest when they breached into her stomach.

Her belly expanded, the dormant seed from the carrier werewolf still welled within her. He slowly pulled her off him, a wet pop and slurp. His cock pulsed still, each time giving her a heavy drink to swallow. Until he stopped when his tip was still resting on her tongue, spraying his waning cum all over it. Oh the nectar melted her, but she resisted trying to fall onto him. What if this was also part of the test? A new jolt coursed through her from her sex, and she just realised her fingers were inside it.

"Turn around."

She never got to finish basking in the afterglow. The order rung in her mind, dashing any thoughts of resistance. Slowly she turned. His hands wrapped around her waist. Before her, was the crowd of werewolves watching the scene. There were a few missing, but those who remained stared in amusement. Some with their members and stroking, the females fondling their breasts and vul-

Something warm poked at her vent. The old aches from the last mating reawakened, but only briefly. And she shuddered as her vent slowly spread. His rod slipped and hooked her, making her shift her hooves back. She was still standing, the member sliding further and further. Until it trapped her to him. Gently Donovan pulled her, and he sat on the tablet. Tara braced, but even if couldn't hold back a gasp. Quickly his cock delve deeper, beyond what the previous werewolves could reach. And even further still, already pressing against her cervix.

"Your second trial commences." Then he thrusted, drawing her further down at the same time. Stars burst before her eyes when her inner gate stretched with a pop, his tip prodding at her womb before she closed up again. A mild wash of pain nearly made her double over. It was like the first time she lost her virginity. Then came another thrust. It was too long. Lust poured inside her, but also throbs with every moment her cervix was breached.

She never handled anything like this before. She bit the bottom of her lip, welcoming him into her innermost sanctuary again and again. And just like that, her body felt it was natural, the pain diminishing. And in its place, the intense burning arousal as all her sex sparked in sync. She lulled her tongue, her moan echoing throughout the tribe. This was only just the first, as Donovan held her tightly in his arms, licked and nuzzled against her neck, before moving a bit faster.

Her second orgasm flooded over him, her pheromones overwhelmed by his musk. And just as she stopped gushing, her third climax hit with an even greater intensity. One that made her legs cross, clenching harder on his entire girth, and her body flail. Her moans became sharp, and she brought a hand to violently brush her clit. Juices flew everywhere, the thought of Donovan still recovering sending her over the edge again. She didn't care about the werewolves watching her, or how many of them howled and orgasmed themselves. She wanted more of him.

A strained groan seeped between his fangs. With a tight hug, he arched his back, forcing his entire length into her vent, and thrummed. Tara screamed. In one final climax, she gave him his, and relaxed as the virile alpha essence invaded her womb, casting off those of the lesser wolf, and forcing every last drop of them out with the excess. Donovan laid on the tablet and hilted, his legs wrapping around and holding hers down, letting his brethren see him peak into her sex.

Tara whimpered in the aftermath, the last throbs of her leader forcing every last bit of his load to mark her innards. She wanted to cover herself, but withheld that thought. It could be part of her test. She stiffened again when her walls flared for attention, the member twisting and wriggling out of her. He was still this hard after all that?

Donovan removed his member out of her, but caught it in his fingers. He guided it lower, until it pressed against her last hole. His leaking seed from her vent provided enough slime, for it to immediately pop into her. And just as she screamed, giving up her tailhole to another werewolf, Donovan was already thrusting into her. Her gut stretched, sending pulses of mild pain, but strong bliss with every buck. He was going faster this time, almost completing one cycle in a second.

Tara didn't stop fiddling her clit, panting as much as the exhausted leader. Her tailhole tried to push out this foreign obstruction, but closing her walls around it to do so only brought her closer to her peak.

A final loud howl rung in her ear. She quickly followed in sync. Instead of a scream, it was an elongated cry to the world. Like she had also became a werewolf in that third and final trial. She howled with her leader, exhausting all air in her lungs, before he let her go. Tara rolled off him and onto the ground. Triumphant howls of the rest of the tribe followed, a smile creasing her face. She survived the trials. Surely she-

The red moon. It was gone. Instead, the silver orb lit the chamber. The time for the ritual had already ended.

Her vision blurred. Both from her exhaustion, and from the failure. She didn't even have the strength to cry. Donovan looked down at her, the look of a lover long withered. And instead the cold look haunted her. Bone dagger in hand. He looked up at the moon suddenly, like something just flew overhead. A mere distraction. She didn't become a werewolf. It was all over.

"You are lucky," Donovan said after a long pause. The world blurred even further, her lids settling down. "The voice of nature spoke in my ears to spare you. Pity, that your body is already stained with the filth of other animals that hindered my influence." Another voice came to her ear. It was distant. A man, screaming and pleading. The other sacrifice. She couldn't keep her eyes open. The rest of his message was vague, but one carved deep in her mind.

"Perhaps she sought a werewolf within you, but you must cleanse your body first.. Once you have achieved that, then you may return again.. In the next blood moon.."

A silent shlick of a blade slicing flesh. Then all was silence..

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Songs of birds stirred her from a deep sleep. Groaning, she immediately shielded her eyes from the sun. Morning. The sun had already risen so far up. She had slept too long. Shifting on the pile of leaves, she winced. Looking down on her fur, matted and darkened, she blinked. Then smiled when it assured her none of that was a dream. Donovan's scent was still fresh despite his seed having dried up all over her, and nearby forest animals that usually welcomed her darted away in fear.

Slowly she sat up, hand over her swollen belly. A smile formed. No need for breakfast it seemed, but she would need a bath. She shifted her legs, until her innards burned. A sharp burn. And Tara collapsed onto the ground, hissing. Maybe a bath after she rest up a bit more.

Wrapping her arms around her legs, she thought back to the experience. The moment she saw Donovan, to him standing over her before she lost consciousness. Images of his eyes and tall bulky frame were easy to recall down to the detail. His warm touch against her belly. And that nuzzle.. she placed a hand over her neck with, her cheeks tingling. And the soft and soothing voice that she would never have thought to belong to a wild beast like him. She could have been killed, but instead, something made him change his mind. Perhaps intervention from a god? Tara doubted she would ever know.

Shifting to a nearby tree, Tara slowly propped herself up. The werewolves could only help her so far as to drop her on the outskirts of their territory, but it didn't mean they would protect her from vicious beasts that would challenge their scent. She was defenceless. After a few staggering steps, she found her balance. Then she squealed, filling something shift inside her tunnels. Her hands moved over the entrance, and scooped handfuls of Donovan's seed. Realising this, she quickly sealed them in with her fingers.

It was probably just a test. But to her, it felt special. Like he had chosen her. And even if it was a failure, she wanted to keep something of him as a souvenir. To remind her of him, the ritual, and her renewed goal.

Light of the sun pierced the canopies, the leaves dancing with the beams of light over the small meadow that led towards werewolf territory. She stared deep into the maw of darkness, where trees and brushes were crooked and signs littered everywhere to border their territory. It no longer instilled fear in her. But opportunity. And within that grove, further down in that direction, was the alpha she would swear to not only be with. But to win his heart.

Without wasting any further time, she limped away to the opposite direction. Towards where the forest was the brightest.