{"sf1_id":1630345,"sf2_id":"JewaZ3xn","title":"The New Alpha Ritual","author":"Boomslang","words":1285,"posted_at":"2020-09-20T15:42:00.000Z","tags":["Age Difference","Breasts","Breeding","Canine","Consensual","Cum","Female","Incest","Knot","M/F","Male","Mature","Mother","Penis","Sex","Son","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1630345-the-new-alpha-ritual","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/JewaZ3xn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1630345\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#3 of Standalone Stories\n\nThe pack has a new alpha and both tradition and custom require specific actions to ensure pack survival.","content":"As alpha female, it was Tyla's duty to submit to the new alpha male or surrender her position as alpha female.\n\nShe walked to the center of the circle with a steady pace, shoulders back and head held high. The pack had gathered about the center of the village and looked on. They waited to bear witness to the new pack alpha asserting his breeding right.\n\nTorches flared to life with a touch from a lit taper as dusk fell. Tradition dictated that nightfall on the day of the alpha's confirmation\u0026nbsp;was the proper time.\n\nWith the last of the sun sliding beneath the far hills, Tyla motioned to the unmated females with her hand. They stepped forward and unfastened the material covering her chest and then the wrap about her waist. Once the alpha female was unclothed, they bowed their heads and retreated to the circle of observers.\n\nTyla knelt on the blanket. She garnered approving looks from the assembled males. Older than half the pack females, she had wide childbearing hips. Heavy breasts had suckled pups with plentiful milk before and would do so again. Many of her children stood in the circle, watching their mother with admiration in their expressions and posture. She was well-regarded in the pack hierarchy and held the position for over ten years; not a record but quite respectable.\n\nMinutes later, a murmur rippled through the observers. The new alpha male approached from his lodge; two elder males a respectful two steps behind. The pack alpha stepped through the parted circle of onlookers that closed behind him. He was young, much younger than the alpha female. Her gray eyes found her mate among the circle of onlookers. He was lower in the pack rank and had no say in what was to come, nor would she allow it. As alpha female, this was her duty; one she was serious about. Tradition bound her mate as it did her and having the alpha breed her engendered much respect from the pack.\n\nThe alpha male stopped before Tyla, a self-assured expression on his muzzle. He spoke in a voice heard by all in attendance. \"I am pack alpha by deed and acclaim of the pack members,\" he stated. \"Tyla, as pack alpha female, you must submit for breeding or relinquish your rights as alpha to another female.\" His gaze was steady as his eyes fastened upon hers. \"What say you?\"\n\nTyla had no intention of surrendering her position. It came to her as naturally as breathing or breeding for that matter. \"I submit to you, pack alpha. Breed me as is your right.\"\n\nHe said the ancient words. \"I claim the right of breeding.\" The elders looked on, neither satisfied nor disapproving.\n\nShe expected no less. She'd bred with pack alphas before and produced two pups from the encounters.\n\nTyla positioned herself to the ground on her hands and knees. Her tail arched and moved to the side.\n\nThe male removed his loincloth. Unlike the alpha female, he had no attendants to take his garment. He dropped it on the ground and expressed his penis. She had seen it plenty of times before during pack mating celebrations. It only held her interest now because he was the new pack alpha.\n\nThe male knelt behind the older female. His penis hardened at the scent of the female's musk. Her flesh glistened in the torchlight, evidence of her mating readiness.\n\nThere was no need for conversation. They'd exchanged the only words necessary during the ritual.\n\nHis hands gripped the wide hips of the female. The pack watched. After a pause, the young male pushed himself into her slick vagina.\n\nA murmur of approval came from the pack members.\n\nTyla tried not to moan as his stiff penis moved inside her body.\n\nThe male pulled on her hips as his own began surging forward. In moments, he was rutting her as was his right. Tyla's heavy breasts swung beneath her torso. He grunted with satisfaction as her body accommodated him.\n\nThe scent of male musk and the odor of their sex affected the female. She began moaning and thrusting herself onto him due to the increasing arousal of her body. Thoughts of her mate vanished and Tyla only thought of mating the alpha for the continuation of the pack. The pack's needs were paramount. She began forcing herself onto his big cock as he moved forward. One hand stole between her legs to massage the aroused clitoris peeking from the mature femme's clitoral hood.\n\nTheir mating was vigorous and enthusiastic. The pack cheered the alphas' efforts.\n\nThe male was experienced and young. Tyla climaxed several times with her hand as he rutted her. It was a quarter hour before she felt his jaws clamp onto the shoulder muscle at the base of her neck. A growl from him caused the female to hold herself still. His hips remained pressed to her rump as he pulled on Tyla's big hips.\n\nThe sensation in Tyla's belly told her that the alpha's knot was growing within her vagina.\n\nShe cried out with pleasure as his knob of flesh engorged in her.\n\nIn moments, he attained full size and tied into the female. Once tied, he began ejaculating, filling her with his seed to quicken a pup in the femme's belly.\n\nTyla felt the warmth flood into her and smiled. He would remain tied into her for almost a half hour, ejaculating at intervals. Although the alpha female was older than the pack leader, she was still of childbearing years. Once locked together, his jaws opened and she felt his tongue lap at her neck wound.\n\nThe pack cheered the tying and began to pair off. Couples fornicated with cheerful enthusiasm. As the alphas looked on, tied males and females began to surround them. Tyla smiled; her own mate was tied into a female come to breeding age earlier that spring.\n\nThe pack survived.\n\nWhen the alpha's knot diminished, he pulled free of her body. Semen trickled onto her lips and thighs. Female pack elders examined her and pronounced it a valid mating.\n\nThe pack alpha rose and howled into the night, cementing his authority over the pack. Unattached females rushed forward, eager for a mating of their own. The alpha would sire several children this night and continue their pack lineage.\n\nTyla watched her eldest son, the new pack alpha, lead the harem toward his lodge with a smile on her muzzle. He had done well this night.\n\nThe pack alpha had satisfied propriety by breeding her while the pack bore witness. As alpha, it was his right to breed any female in the pack at any time. As alpha female, it was her duty to set an example for the pack females and to produce pups from vigorous males. Tyla knew that this was her only time with the pack alpha as a breeding partner. The pack understood and could accept it now that he'd already taken her to mate, satisfying custom and tradition.\n\nThe attendants returned and helped Tyla to her feet. She smiled at her mate and his young female as they passed.\n\nOn the way to her lodge, a solitary young male stood athwart the path with a confident smile. The strapping young canine had attracted Tyla's eye for weeks. The mature femme stopped and sampled his scent on the air. She found the masculine odor pleasing and inclined her head in acceptance. The male moved aside.\n\nTyla took the clothing from her attendants and dismissed the young females. They bowed their heads and yipped with excitement while running toward a pair of males awaiting them with stiff expressed penises.\n\nThe pack survived.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Standalone Stories","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1627049-cougar-on-the-prowl-part-2.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1632494-diana-s-lover.json"}}