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So little was familiar that I actually liked making the crests. Needlework, embroidery, it was a skill I'd been taught and learned well, but one I despised. Here in the pack, I was grateful to have it. I could devote myself to it for hours, and even concentrate enough that I soon wasn't making the careless mistakes I would have made at home. It was the only thing I had though. I didn't have the array of instruments I knew how to play, most particularly the harp. I doubted, even if I'd been able to talk to a lot of people those first couple of weeks, that any of them knew the two other languages I could speak well. I was lucky enough they knew my own tongue. All the poetry, lyrics, and passages I'd been made to memorize didn't help me start the cooking fire.

Cooking was the worst. I was good at learning, had always been told I picked up things quickly, but cooking was by far the most frustrating thing I'd ever tried to figure out. I was a stubborn person, and I insisted to myself that I would learn this cooking thing. To some extent, I think my battles with the cookware became what I lived for, which only made each failure more demoralizing.

I didn't know how to take pleasure in things here, or relax. I felt almost constantly tense. The only time I felt at ease was when I was working on the crests, and even then it was only a partial relaxation and with only a little enjoyment to it. I let Fenrick have me as often as he seemed to show interest. I was so useless at everything else, but even an omega was good for sex, I figured. I enjoyed it too, experienced some relaxation afterward. I just also hated myself a little more each time. I would have to let go of the ideas that had been worked into me that enjoying sex at all was wrong, and then that enjoying sex with Fenrick's strange body was wrong. I was working hard at thinking of him as a man too, and not a Hell-beast. That, at least, was coming along well. He was normal and nice enough in his personality that he was definitely more human than beast in my mind, becoming more so all the time.

I only had to wait a week to know I was missing my courses. Not that I'd doubted Fenrick and Freya, who both treated my pregnancy as a matter of course, but I had held onto some hope anyway that Fenrick and I wouldn't be compatible. I knew that wasn't something I should have hoped for, but I hadn't wanted our first encounter. I hadn't wanted his children. In fact, I wasn't sure I'd really wanted anyone's children, though it had always been part of my fate to give birth I supposed. Children had just seemed so far off for me still. He was keeping me to give birth to his children, so it would follow if I weren't pregnant he'd abandon me to my own sooner.

When things were quite bad, I wondered why he didn't kill me and start over. I had often come close to asking him this, but always some small instinct of self-preservation kept me from doing so. Still I was depressed. I didn't tell anyone how unhappy I was, it didn't matter, I still had to do all these things that were expected of me. If I wanted to live, I still had to perform the duties of a wife. Twice before I'd finished the alpha's crest I almost walked out of the house, hoping some young male would kill me. The raping I could do without, but if it had to come with the death than I was almost willing to go ahead with it anyway. Both times were just after destroying something over the cooking fire. It was just one disappointment after the other, only now I got to be disappointed with myself and there was no one to complain to.

Finally, two weeks after I'd arrived, the crest for the alpha was done. I shouldn't say finally, I had worked long and hard on it, but quickly too. Since it was the one familiar thing I could latch onto. I folded it, wondering when Fenrick would be home. I put it over the back of a chair and wondered what his own crest looked like. I had a guess the alpha wouldn't like me making that crest, but I wanted to in that dull sort of way I wanted to have something to do with my hands whenever they were empty. Fenrick would like it anyway, I thought. Maybe I'd ask Freya what it was.

Fenrick walked through the door looking particularly tattered. He was in in werewolf form again, the one he wore most of the time when leaving the house. I still hadn't seen his hybrid form, though I had seen some of the others in theirs. As soon as the door shut behind him he slumped to all fours and trudged the rest of the way in, sitting on the floor in front of me in something that resembled a man crouching and a dog sitting.

"Imava, it's good to see you." He said. There was a patch of bloody matted fur on one of his body. He often came home from hunting looking tattered. I'd learned from Freya that the others sent him out as a scout into dangerous areas while on hunts. He was often attacked by bears and dire-creatures.

I didn't like to see him hurt, I supposed that meant I cared about him. I bunched up the skirt of my dress to crouch too, looking at his wound. I didn't know anything about medicine, either. "I finished the alpha's crest." I told him as I leaned to look. "Are you going to have this looked at?"

He looked over at the crest and gave a low growl. "That's good. They will appreciate your work, I'm sure." He sighed, and when he spoke again his voice was a bit calmer. "It's beautiful work. Imava, I'm sorry your life is harder because I'm an outsider in my old pack. If I was higher ranked you wouldn't have to work so hard for others." He got up and walked over to the sink where he began to rinse the blood from his wound.

"I don't mind the work." I said honestly. "Can I get you something for that?" I had followed him, staying out of his way but still close by. I pressed my lips together, frowning deeply. I didn't smile much, and I wasn't sure I'd laughed since coming here at all. "Is there something I could do to help your standing in the pack? Get you to not have to do all the worst of the hunting that gets you hurt?" I didn't have much hope of being useful in that or any other way really. What did it matter to me if his standing changed anyway if I were just going to be deposited back in 'my own lands' eventually?

Fen looked at me, surprised I knew about the hunting thing probably. "Freya has been gossiping with you again." He shrugged his massive shoulders. It was strange to think I didn't find him intimidating anymore. He was nearly two feet taller than me in this form, a towering mass of fur and muscle. "The Alpha will never truly accept me in this pack. He would have killed me but Freya begged for my life, and the others in the pack stood behind her. He won't touch me as long as Freya lives, and he won't hurt Freya because the pack would revolt against him."

"When I was single I couldn't leave because packs don't accept ronin, single male wolves, unless there is a family connection. Now I can't leave because you are carrying my pups, and I won't risk your life, or the pups, to leave. Once you've had my pups I can't leave because I can't take young into the wilds. So I make do with what I have. I am worked hard, but it makes me stronger, stronger than I think the others realize." He touched the bleeding wound on his back. Now that he'd unmatted the fur it was bleeding profusely again, blood trickling from a gash larger than my fist.

"I'll need to pack this wound. If you could get me something to soak up the blood." He said after a moment of trying to see the damage for himself.

I went obediently to get him something. "It's a big wound." I warned him. "I'll help if you tell me how, but maybe you'd be better off asking someone else. I've never stitched a wound but I could do it." I offered, not relishing the idea but wanting to stop his bleeding.

"I would appreciate the help. All you need to do is get a needle and your strongest threat. Start at the narrowest end of the wound, pierce the edge of the flesh from the top going down into the wound, the pierce the interior of the opposite side of the wound and use the string to draw the edges together. Tie a firm knot, and then repeat the looping up the length of the wound. It's not difficult. It's like stitching a rip in cloth, though there is more blood." He didn't laugh at this last part, but it sounded like a joke.

I gave him a small smile and fetched what I'd need, then sat him down on the couch to stitch it up. "Are you stuck in this form until it heals a bit?" I asked, trying to distract him and keep the somewhat meaningless conversation going. Most conversation seemed meaningless.

"No, but if I shift to a smaller form, the wound won't shrink when I do, so bad wounds can become even worse. It's better to take care of a wound before changing shape, though a wound in wolf form can sometimes be ignored in were form." If he felt anything as I sewed the wound he didn't so much as twitch.

We were silent for a time, but then Fen gave a soft growl. "Imava, I'm concerned for you. You are not well inside. It distresses me." He sounded like he had difficulty broaching this subject.

"I've only thrown up once so far. I'm told it's normal to feel a bit ill." I said, deciding to pretend he meant I was sick with the pups. In the meantime my mind struggled with what to say on the subject of, well, itself. I wanted to pet him affectionately, because I was a bit touched he was concerned for me. Of course, I had to admit, that was because I was carrying his children. Until they were born, my distress was cause for his concern. I snipped the thread free after knotting it for the last time and went over to wash my hands and the things I'd used.

"Yes . . ." He said, his voice uncertain. "I suppose it is normal to feel a bit ill." It had taken him a lot of nerve to ask me about my feelings. I wondered if he'd bother to do it again after this clear turning aside of the question. "Thank you for tending my wound."

His claws clicked on the wood floor as he walked into the spare bedroom. He had books in there, old, beaten tomes that looked like he'd read them tens of times each, if not more. He went in there sometimes and sat for hours with the tomes, pouring over whatever was contained within. I tried not to cry too much, and had gotten good at not making much if any noise. I felt like I'd missed an opportunity to improve our situation, to bond with Fen maybe. On the other hand, I didn't see how it would get better, especially if I complained. Full of complaints was not an endearing quality.

I finished cleaning things up. I cleaned something that didn't really need cleaning to occupy myself. I went to where I embroidered and kept the equipment for it, only to remember I had finished my project. Then I went and stood between the two doorways to the bedrooms, trying to decide if I wanted to curl up in the bed I shared with Fenrick, or peek in on him and his books. There was no reason to think he wanted or needed me there.

"What's in these books of yours?" I asked, leaning against the doorway with my arms crossed protectively about myself. I was a little worried he wouldn't like me disturbing him. I'd never asked permission to touch them, and he'd never given it, so I hadn't ever looked.

He looked up at me, his eyes surprisingly soft. He gestured with a claw for me to join him and showed me the book he was reading. "This is a collection of stories from a culture that is separated from ours by a great sea. They live in a place where there are no trees or forests. They have massive expanses of open ground, and the sun beats down upon the ground like an angry god, so fierce that is has burned off most all the life, yet these people survive still. Some of the others are histories, some fairy tales. I like to read. My parents did as well, but most of their things were burned. This is all I could save." He pointed to his stack of maybe thirty books. "Sometimes reading them helps me think, makes me see things differently. You are welcome to read them if you'd like."

"I had four brothers, all older." I had taken to referring to everyone from my life before Fenrick in the past tense, I just assumed I'd never see them again. "They were always playing big adventure games, but they didn't like to let me play at first. Not for a long time. I liked to read then, to find adventure there, and eventually the boys realized I had a lot of great ideas and let me play. Ideas I'd gotten from the books I read." I rested my head on my knees and wrapped my arms around them. I found suddenly that I missed Emmet, my youngest brother. I pushed his image away so I wouldn't cry about it.

"Thank you, for offering to let me read your books." I gave him a soft smile, which was probably a little weak around the edges from my recent thoughts of Emmet. "I'm sorry about your family." I said. I'd meant it when I'd first said it when Freya had told me about them, but at the time my training had told me to be a bit stingy in the feelings department since we had a visitor. I'd relaxed my manners around Freya quite a bit now, she was a frequent visitor, and saw me mess up a lot.

"Thank you. I am sorry that you miss yours. I feel bad about having taken you from your life before. I wasn't in my right mind at the time. I had no control of myself, but that doesn't mean that I don't feel guilty about what I've done. I know you don't want to be here, that you don't want to have my offspring." He seemed a bit pained by this last admission. "If there is anything I can do to make your time with me easier, ask and I will do what I can. I don't like to see you unhappy all the time."

A bubble of various thoughts and emotions came up. A large part of me wanted to shake him and tell him that it would go a long way if he'd just act and talk as if I were going to be around past this terribly frightening birthing process I was going to undergo. I looked down at the floor out past my knees, trying to get my mind under control and relax my throat enough to speak. "It's not against you personally. I thought there'd be a lot of time before I had to have anyone's babies. I mean I resented it from you in particular at first, a stranger, and since you're what everyone where I come from would call a monster, and the rape, but I know you a bit better now and I think you're a good person." I scooted a bit closer to him and laid my head on his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his fur under my cheek.

He put down his book and wrapped a powerful arm around me, his claws raking through my hair gently. "You being here has made my life better." He said, after a short a silence. "I enjoy coming home to see you" His second had slid over my stomach, his claws covering almost my entire belly. "I like feeling like I have a family. When . . . after the young are born, would you consider staying?" His words were almost a whisper, as though he was afraid to ask at all.

I turned into him, crawling into his lap and shoving my head against his neck as my arms circled around him. I was crying profusely all of the sudden. "Yes." I said, struggling to get the word out. I had been trying so hard to get him to like me so he'd want me to stay, so I could live, since returning home wasn't a real option. There was clearly an emotional component I didn't fully understand yet though, because I should have just felt some sort of satisfaction I'd gotten my way, maybe some relief that I was going to be protected after all. I was far happier than that warranted. I nuzzled into him and pushed my hand in his fur at the back of his neck. I took in a deep breath through my nose of his scent, which involved a large sniffle. I allowed myself to relax some, finding relief in the fact that this was finally looking more permanent. I could stay. And then I felt exhausted, two weeks worth of strain kind of exhausted.

Fen looked surprised at my tears. "I would have offered sooner, but I was certain you would say no. I can't imagine this life is an easy one for you."

I sighed. "No, it's not. And I miss the harp, and dancing, and archery, and Emmet. But my old life wouldn't take me back. Everytime you talk about taking me back, you're really talking about leaving me somewhere close to home so I can die. Or, at best, my family might leave me locked up in a room or two, never to marry, or dance, or play the harp and so on. Besides which, I haven't started asking any questions about these pups we're having because the way you keep talking I don't know if I'll be here, if I should let myself try and get attached." I was speaking through copiously flowing tears again, which didn't lend my voice any favors in the understandability department. "I don't know if I should try to feel more attached to you, either, for the same reason. Even as I try to be a good wife, and do everything you ask, and not complain about the things I'm missing because I really need you to like me. Want me to be here. And I want to be here, I think. To have somewhere I know I don't have to leave, to be with someone who wants me to stay."

Fen pet my head and held me against his massive body. "I do want you here, and I want you to be a mother to our pups. I will answer any and all questions you have about the process. I'm sorry for the things lost from your old life, but if you tell me what they are, I can try and help you find similar things here. Just . . . when you're upset, you have to talk to me. I don't always know to ask, and I don't always know what to do. I've been alone most of my life. I want you to be happy, though. That is important to me."

I had a lot of questions. Half of them I was too afraid to ask, and the other half I just wanted to wait to ask until I was done being a mess and had gotten my head around the fact that I could stay. I rubbed his fur and sniffled a few times, just taking comfort in his arms. "I don't know why you'd want me. The people like yourself are stronger, and your life is hard enough because of how the alpha thinks of you." I rubbed my face against his chest and sighed, some of the pup questions invading my mind. "I shouldn't bring that up, make you want to change your mind."

He chuckled a little. "I'll admit, when we were first paired I wasn't sure I really wanted you. You complained a lot, and you seemed very full of yourself. You also called my pups hell-beasts, and that sat ill with me. Of course, I can understand why you felt the way you did, but I was offended. Over time though, I began to realize I liked having you here, and that there was more to you then you'd showed me at first. My mind isn't so easily changed once I've set it on something, and I've set my mind on you now."

I was quiet a few moments, enjoying sitting with him like that, enjoying him running his clawed hand over my hair. "Are the pups part both of us, or just you?" I finally asked.

"Both of us, of course. They will be kin, but they will likely inherit traits from you, eye color, and your hair color will affect their fur. They will have an easier time taking a hybrid form because you're their mother, and their hybrid form will share a lot of your physical characteristics." His expression darkened. "Unfortunately they'll also share my burden of being an outcast."

I didn't like the sound of that. "How many generations will that follow down? Is there something we could do about it?" I pet his chest.

"It really depends on the Alpha's attitude, and that of his offspring. If he chooses to lay down his grudge, it could end with my children, but he won't. Hopefully his children will be kinder than he is. The only options are to either win his favor, to move our family away from this territory, or to kill the alpha." Fen huffed. "None of it is very appealing. It seems easiest to try and win his favor, but our Alpha is not a kind man. The things he expects of his loyal are sometimes quite distressing. I've often thought about leaving, and if you'd like to stay with me, then when our children are capable, that might be our best hope, but it means giving up the safety of the pack."

I looked around. "And your cabin, and whatever we can't carry with us." I looked at the collection of books he treasured so much. "And your sister. She's married to him right?"

"Yes, she's had seven children with him. She won't come with us. As much as she hates him, she won't leave behind her children." He sighed, suddenly looking tired. "There is no easy answer."

I nodded a little against him. "You keep saying 'pups' and 'children,' how many might we be expecting?" My voice had gone a bit high with worry over the question and I swallowed hard after getting it out.

"Since it's our first litter, probably two." Fen said, as though that were completely normal. "If we decide to have more, sometimes as many as four."

"Ok, alright, twins." I said, swallowing again. Two wasn't so bad. Four might be ... Well I wouldn't think about that now. I was still rather unsure about the whole thing, but it was going to happen. I knew I should just try to be happy about it, somehow. Fenrick was happy about it.

"So now that we're staying together, I guess we really are married." I pulled back and looked up at him, smiling. I looked over his furry face and snout. His features were becoming less monstrous to me, more familiar, more representative of the man he was than an unknown beast. I reached up and stroked the fur along the side of his face lovingly. I pressed my nose lightly to the soft, warm tip of his. I hadn't done much kissing, or seen much kissing, so it wasn't something I missed overly much, but I missed the easy way of showing deep affection.

Fen smiled, an expression I'd had to learn on his wolfish features. "I've thought of us that way before, though I sometimes felt guilty for doing so. I suppose I'll never quite get over the fact that you would never have chosen any of this for yourself. I'd like to try and make our home a happy one for you, though" He leaned forward and nuzzled my neck.

He stood up and swept me up in his arms. "If you would permit it, I'd like to have you now." He said, the words a low growl in his werewolf form.

I laughed a little, possibly the first time I'd done so here. "I've never said no to you, well since that first night. Can we do it in the bedroom?" I was already imagining his cock sliding from it's sheath. I had definitely learned to associate his arousal with pleasure of my own, even if I had yet to instigate any love making. I hoped I'd get over that painful shame I had about the whole thing soon. It seemed to grow lesser the more I thought of Fenrick as a man, a man I liked, and I thought really thinking of him as my husband who actually wanted me would help too. I caught myself licking my bottom lip as I thought about him nipping gently at my breasts, nipples, and neck.

"Of course." He said, carrying me into our room and laying me gently on the bed. He laid down next to me. When I looked down his body I could see the red tip of his wolven member sliding out of his body. His hand slid down over my slender form. While he was in this particular shape he was massive in every way. His cock was almost twice as large as it was when he was just a wolf. He growled and playfully nipped my neck.

I hummed in pleasure as his teeth passed over my skin. "Can I call you Fen now?" The shortened version if his name I'd never used. "You can call me Ima, or Ava, if you'd like." I ran my hands over his chest, then one of my hands went low enough to pass my thumb over the emerging tip of his shaft. I wasn't sure what to do with him aside from letting him enter me, but I liked exploring a bit when in a good mood.

"Of course, Ava." He said fondly. More of his shaft slid out at my touch, slick and warm against my fingers. "We've never really talked about your pleasure, but if there is anything you'd like from me, you can ask. I am willing to try anything that you think you might like. "

I giggled. "I wouldn't know, really. I didn't think women could be taken from behind when we met. But thank you for the offer, we can try things you'd like and then we'll find out if I do." I stroked his cock a little in my hand, putting his shaft in my palm with my fingers wrapped around it. All this talk about sex had me wiggling a bit, excited for the act. "I want you, Fen." I said sweetly, blushing a little.

"I want you too, Ava." Fen growled a little and pressed himself over me, pinning my hands above me as he ran his thick tongue down my body, between the cleft of my breasts that led beneath my dress. He nipped playfully at my neck with his teeth, teeth I knew could splinter bone and rend flesh, but I felt no such danger from Fen. He released one of my hands and reached up under my dress, the tips of his finger pushing against my sex through the panties I was wearing. It had taken him almost a week to realize I might want undergarments.

Fen stopped and sat back a bit. "I just realized I always take control of our encounters." He laid back on his back, the full length of his shaft sliding out of his body for me to see. All that remained hidden was that thick knot at his base. "This time you may lead."

I blushed, uncertain about this change, but I DID want him badly. I rolled onto him nuzzling his neck before I sat up and ran my hands over his chest. I got up a little on my knees, sliding backward to find his shaft with my sex. I rubbed my sex along the length of his shaft, realizing then how wet I was already. I reached down and it took me a couple tries, but I got him lined up and pushed myself down onto him with a soft, high pitched moan. He was so large in were-form.

He let out a low growl as I sank down around his shaft. His clawed hands gripped me around the waist, forming a complete belt around my body. Again, I was struck by the fact that like this he could have used me however he wanted and tossed me aside when he was done. He just held me though.

I started rocking myself forward and backward, making his cock leave and enter me. I let out a shuddering breath every time I pushed myself back onto him. I reached up and touched my own breasts, teasing my nipples with two fingers of each hand. If learned I liked them stimulated, played with. "Oh Fen." I gasped, a wave of pleasurable heat washing over me as I looked down at him while I made our bodies one. He seemed to be sliding against particularly pleasant places inside me depending on the angles I created between his cock and my entrance. "Oh Fen." I repeated, more high pitched and a bit strained as my orgasm built quickly.

His growling was getting more intense as I rode him, and though he was restraining his animal instinct to be aggressive, his hips were thrusting upward with my every downward press. "Ava, you feel so good." His words were bestial, hungry. His shaft was beginning to throb, pressing against every wall of my insides like it wanted to rip me apart from within.

"Oh gods." I whispered, finally taking my hands from my breasts to put them on his chest and pull myself on and off of him a bit harder and faster. Then I stopped moving suddenly as my body clenched around his, his thrusting the only movement as I became impossibly tight on his swollen member. I moaned shakily, my voice wavering with every inward thrust as I shook about him. My sheath seemed to be trying to drink in his cock, suck him in further.

His hands tightened around my waist and he let out a loud growl as his member convulsed inside my body, he pulled me downward onto him as he came, and I felt his knot push against my hole. He was just too large in this form for it to enter me, but in his lust he slammed it against me anyway. Cum seeped from around his cock inside me, leading down his length to cover his knot and fur around his cock. "Ava . . ." He sighed my name as his body relaxed and he stopped thrusting so hard.

"Fen." I answered as I lay down over him, panting a little. I nuzzled his chest and neck, and kissed the underside of his snout. I felt strangely connected to the experience as I hadn't before. The orgasm had felt better, this after time felt better, more relaxed than it ever had before. "That was really good." I said, not knowing exactly what else to say but feeling to happy to keep quiet.

"Sorry if I got a little rough at the end." He said, his arms circling my body and pulling me against him as his hips still slowly stroked against mine, not fast or insistent, just a slow constant pressure inside of me. "It's a natural impulse to try and bury my knot when I cum, and the more excited I get the harder the impulse takes me."

"That's alright, I didn't mind. I suppose if you pushed with consistent pressure and I wiggled a bit you could probably get it in. I mean, I have to be made to expand pretty far when necessary. But it might be more comfortable in your other form, where the whole package is a little smaller." I kissed his jaw again, and sat up enough on my arms to look down into his face. "You were pretty excited then." I winked and smiled at him. I was enjoying still being joined as his hips rocked beneath me gently. I wondered if he could go again.

"I was very excited. I find your body enticing, and the feel of your around me . . . " He grabbed my hips with his massive claws and rocked against me, his knot pressing against the sensitive outer bits of my sex. ". . . very pleasant. If I did knot you, though, we would be stuck together for a long time. It can take an hour or more for the swelling to go down once joined. It's a biological trait that is made to insure my seed gets to you and no one elses." He leaned forward, keeping me in his lap and pushed his head into my neck, his teeth dragging against my skin.

"Would you like to go again?" He asked. "I could be smaller this time, if you'd like to have my wolf form. I could take you from behind, but I probably will knot you if we do that." He snarled a little. "I want to."

"Mmm." I hummed as his teeth passed over my flesh. "I'd like that, I think." I rocked myself a little on his cock and ran my hand down the back of his head and neck. "Knotting. We'll have to lay around and talk, I suppose." I grinned at him and chuckled a little, then I kissed the side of his muzzle and started to move off his lap so he could change and take me from behind.

His cock popped out of me, leaving a stream of his cum pouring down my thighs as a last spurt of his clear cum shot from his tip. I'd noticed that though he did have a main orgasm that shot a large amount of thick, white cum, after he'd released, he seemed to leak a copious amount of clear fluids as long as he stayed inside of me.

Fenrick's body shifted and crunched as his bones reshaped and his form shifted to his familiar wolf body. He walked over to me and put his nose between my legs to lick me clean, a common habit of his. He stopped for a moment. "You can get into position if you want, but I'm going to finish here before I take you again."

I took a pillow and tucked it under my arms, chest, and head. I left my ass in the air for him and put my knees a little further apart. I shivered, our first time returning to me. The pain, the scrambling to get away. I worked on relaxing myself, putting that aside. His tongue would help. I had a feeling he'd be rough again with the next full moon, but hadn't asked him to be sure yet. I liked when he pinned my arms, nipped my flesh, I hoped I would like it when he lost control again.

His tongue pressed deep into my folds, pouring over every inch of my sex, pushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the head of my sex, and then down between my lower lips and into my opening. He lapped at me like a dog drinking water, though his tongue had a certain purpose that I was fairly certain no canine would have ever considered. He pushed and probed, and when he found a place that I seemed to respond well to, he'd stay there, lingering with careful, loving ministration.

"Fen ..." I sighed, gripping the pillow beneath me tightly as my body shivered for an entirely different reason than it had before. The heat was washing through me in waves as I listened to him clean me and thought about what was going to come next. He had his tongue pressed into me when I came, my hips shaking with the pleasured quivering of my center. "Please take me Fen, I want you inside." I gasped as the orgasm ended, pleasant shivers still shaking me on occasion as I came back to full awareness..

His tongue parted from my sex, and there was a moment of absence until he mounted me. His front legs went over my hips and wrapped around my thighs, and then his cock was pressing into the wetness between my folds, that pointed tip sliding up my crease in search of my opening. The tip hit my entrance and then his hips thrust forward, and he sank deep into my sex, still large, though not as large as he had been before. It was almost like having a second lover inside of me. He began to fuck me, his balls slapping against my sex as he buried his pinkish-red shaft in me over and over again.

I gasped beneath him every time his balls hit my sex and his shaft went deep inside me. "Oh that's good." I said, body responding quickly to his stimulation. The orgasms seemed to come more easily the more I had. I turned my head to lay flat against the pillow so I could look back and see something of him, his wolfish face, and beyond that his hips working against mine. He was my husband, strange as his appearance was. I liked him for who he was, and I liked his body whatever I was supposed to think of it. I pushed my pillow forward so I could reach beneath myself and squeeze my own nipple. I moaned and came around his shaft suddenly. I looked back at him, my eyes hungry for more as I shuddered. "You can be faster, harder if you'd like." I said in two, breathless gasps.

Fen snarled, and his pace picked up inside of me. Suddenly he was hammering against me, his thrusts driving me into the bed with the force of his passion. Cum from our previous encounter leaked out between my legs as his dick forced its way inside of me with each driving thrust. A low growl sounded in my lover's throat, and he leaned forward and his teeth clamped onto the back of my neck as the pressure behind me increased. The snarling, growling ferocity increased, as did the pounding he was delivering to my sopping sheath.

I began crying out with every slam of his body into mine, but I was enjoying it. It did remind me a bit of our first time, but this time the pain and pleasure were in correct proportion, and I knew him. I wasn't afraid. "Oh Fen!" I cried out, fingers digging into the bedding around me as I was pressed into it. I came again, this time so hard it was nearly painful as it tore through my lower abdomen and caused my sheath to pulse hard against his quick, hard thrusting member. His thrusts through my tightened opening only drove me to higher throws of passion so that I wondered if I'd come down at all while he continued to work my insides.

I felt his pace shudder for a moment, and then the pounding became somehow he even more intense as his growling increased to the point where it felt like it was shaking my body. I knew he was cumming. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, and then I felt his knot slam against my sex, almost to the point that it pushed inside of me. It was large. Almost frighteningly so, even in this form, but he wasn't stopping. He wanted it badly. I could feel the desire in the desperation and force of his mating.

It hit me again, spreading me as wide as I'd ever been, and then again. There was one final, hard thrust and his massive knot pushed inside of me with a pop, and his thrust eased to a dull pushing and he sighed into my neck as his teeth released and he nuzzled me. "Ava, gods, it's so good." He moaned, licking at the place on my neck he'd bitten.

I let out a shuddering gasp that turned into a sigh at the end. I rubbed my face against the pillow as I caught my breath some, my body still trembling around his. I reached back to find something of his I could touch, which turned out to be one of his back legs. "It feels especially good to knot someone?" I asked.

He licked my neck. "Yes. Feels very connected. It is the closest kind of bonding I can have with someone." He pulled back a little, though his shaft was still buried inside of me, and I didn't feel like it was coming out just yet. "You can roll over slowly. I won't slide out. You'll probably be more comfortable on your back, and then I can lay on top of you." It took some fidgeting around, but we got into a position with me on my back, and him inside of me, laying on top of me, warm and comfortable with his large, dangerous looking jaws resting on my breasts.

I reached up and pet his head, his ears, the back of his neck. I liked looking down and seeing his face, feeling his swollen member locked inside me. I was touched he'd wanted to do this then, this closest form of bonding he could have. I thought maybe he loved me, and that thought made me wonder about my own feelings. "I like this, I feel connected to you, too." I said with a sigh. "I'm very happy right now." I told him, since it'd been a recent worry. There were still things I missed and wanted to do, but I was happy in that moment, and I thought we could figure out the rest now that I was staying. Now that we were really married and not just temporarily stuck with one another.

"I'm happy too, and thanks for letting me do this. It has been difficult to hold back when we made love." He nipped lightly at my neck, something like a kiss. "I hope if you're ever feeling bad again, you'll talk to me. I know things aren't ideal, but I'd like it if you were as happy as you could be. I want to provide for you, and I want you to feel safe and cherished."

He was being so sweet I almost wanted to cry. My fingers tightened in his fur a little. "I love you." I said very quietly. "I think I'm going to be very happy here, with you." I told him, voice a little wavery with emotion. I felt like I desperately wanted him to say it back, and also like I would have liked to just go on with conversation and pretend I hadn't said it.

"I love you to, Ava." He said in his whispery, growly voice, and then he softly nipped my neck again.