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Okay, so I did this in two hours, so it's not as good as it could be, but I wanted to get it out there. Please comment and rate, tell me what you liked, what I did wrong, etc.

Also, this is a lot of plot development and then there is a twist at the end...I think you know what it is if you read the tags...Enjoy! :)

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Sarad looked at the black furred wolf bitch he was tied with, feeling pity and concern welling up in him. Her peaceful, resting form lying with her back to his chest rose and fell with each breath she took in and released.

Kasala was young, although certainly not a child. She was a full-grown bitch, with full breasts, wide feminine hips, and a supple belly, all of which spoke of her fertility. Her fur, as Sarad had seen before, was smooth and luxurious, a rare thing in a wolf of the wild. Her ears were pressed flat in a tired post-orgasm state. Her lower body was pressed right up against Sarad by his knot, which was still fully engorged within her wet sex, although it had been some time since the male had tied with her.

For a virgin, Kasala had taken her first knotting exceptionally well. She had of course cried out and even attempted to scramble away, but after Sarad began to establish a powerful and passionate rhythm, she gave up and began to enjoy the rough treatment she was given. Sarad had happily given her what she developed an intense, all-consuming desire for, and she had willfully taken it. What had at first been a merciful rape of salvation became a passionate, lustful, and relentless effort between the two wolves to get Sarad to push his manhood as far as he could and release his thick, warm, gushing seed into her womb.

Sarad wondered what it must have been like for her, to be deflowered in front of an entire pack of lustful, violent males. It must have pained her greatly to be tied with Sarad, for he knew his size, and he knew from experience how fitful females became during their first knotting. The emotions that must have coursed through her body as she was overfilled with the Alpha male's life giving seed, to be branded with his essence and joined to him. All in front of a pack of strangers who had killed her pack...

Why had she become so happy at the end? Had she simply lost herself in her lust and given in to her desires, wanting to be knotted and pumped full of seed like a bitch in heat? Surely there must have been some other reason than that. She had been so afraid, a delicate virgin, desperately unwilling to give her body to him in front of his pack.

Kasala stirred softly and Sarad thought she was about to wake. One of the male's hands rested on the female's warm belly, and he brought the other up to play with her ears.

A soft, happy moan left Kasala as she pushed back against Sarad. She did not open her eyes or say anything, and after Sarad gave her a few kisses on her neck and the side of her muzzle, he accepted that she was still resting.

Sarad smiled as the bitch rubbed her feet against his, likely dreaming about their first time together. Something had come over her as she was claimed, something that had consumed her and changed her. Sarad thought hard what it could be, thinking back to all the other times he had mated.

The females in the pack were all fair game for Sarad, but for no others. As an Alpha, he alone had the right to mate and even breed if he so desired, but it was a terrible taboo for any other males to do so. Especially for an omega, the act of breeding was so terrible that if the omega was a male he would be put to death for his crime. Order in the pack was dictated by the Alpha, by Sarad. He commanded the pack's lust and desire to breed with his commands, and he sated the passionate desires of the females with his body.

Sarad had never bred; he had no desire to yet be a father. However, the pack had witnessed Sarad take many females for his pleasure, sometimes as a display of dominance over another male who wished to breed with the bitch in question, against Sarad's orders. Sarad afforded no compromise to his decrees, and there were no females who would dare oppose him. The consequences were far too severe...

What puzzled Sarad about Kasala, who now had a pleased expression on her face and was rubbing her muzzle over her shoulder at his neck, was that she was happy to be with him. Some females gave themselves to him, but even they were not happy with him but his body, with his passionate dominance and expert handling of their bodies. Kasala could not feel that way...How could she after his pack had destroyed hers? Could there be any degree of lust that could disregard what had happened? Surely not for Kasala, who was so afraid to be mated, so afraid to be deflowered by a man she didn't know...She had been so afraid, why would she suddenly develop such a strong bond with him...? Was it more than lust...?

Was it...?

"Sir," a voice came from the den's entrance.

Sarad's thoughts were immediately swept away. He had his back to the den, and although it would be inconvenient to talk over his shoulder, turning over would move Kasala as well and expose her naked front to whoever was there.

"What is it, Neran?" Sarad asked.

"Sir, the pack is restless. They wish to know when we will return home," answered Neran, a white furred male beta wolf of similar build, strength, and proportion as Sarad.

"Tell them to wait a while longer, and get them to dispose of the bodies in the forest. We are not animals," Sarad answered. Despite the sometimes cruel ways of pack life and Sarad's own hyper active sex-drive, he refused to identify the pack as animals. They could think and reason, something simple beasts were incapable of.

"Yes, sir," Neran answered. "Oh, and your uncle has left."

"Good riddance," Sarad growled.

A small laugh left Neran as he walked out. He and Sarad had been friends since they were both pups, and although the Alpha's uncle would protest it, the old male was afraid of Sarad, not only for his strength, but also his sway over the pack. His uncle could talk as smoothly as he liked, but no one in the pack would respect someone more than their Alpha.

Sarad turned back to Kasala and played with her ears again, surprising himself with his interest in her after he had what he'd wanted from her.

No, that was wrong. They'd been forced into it...No, that wasn't true. Sarad could have easily mated Kasala and then left her to die. He could have even ripped his knot out of her and be done with it, although that would have extremely painful for a bitch who had never taken a knot before. So, was this nothing more than common courtesy?

What courtesy is there between an Alpha male and a bitch rape victim? It wasn't courtesy, it wasn't lust, and it certainly wasn't out of personal gain for Sarad. He didn't need to attack a village to find a quick tie, as his uncle had suggested; he had all the willing females he needed back home.

So, was this...Could it possibly be...?

Sarad angrily dismissed the thought and instead focused on what he would tell his pack.

The pack would follow their Alpha's command, but if he himself couldn't even figure out why he had spared the bitch's life, how could he expect them to? And more than that, how much harassment would he get from his uncle?

Esal. The brother of Sarad's father, the previous Alpha. Daenal had ruled over the pack for many years, but he met his end against a rival pack that had sent five wolves to kill the mighty Alpha. Sarad had done his best to live up to his father's legacy, striving to be the best warrior, leader, and eventual father that he could be. Although Sarad, who was an Alpha by birthright, should have been the next undisputed leader of the pack, the young male's uncle had elected to 'share the load' of leadership with him. He claimed it was to protect his nephew, as more and more rivalries were flaring up between the packs in the area, and he, being young and inexperienced, would need his assistance to 'lead in his father's place'.

Sarad knew this was nothing more than his uncle trying to hold onto what small amount of honor and virility lay in his old, brittle bones. He was weak, and in his youth had been lowered to a beta by his stronger twin brother. Now that Daenal was gone, he doubtless wished to rule over the pack, but Sarad would never let that happen. The old fool could entertain his delusion all he wanted, but Sarad was the true Alpha male.

Many times before, Neran had spoken to Sarad about simply killing the old male. Sarad had many times considered just such a solution to his troubles, but Sarad had difficulties with the thought of killing his own blood. So long as Esal didn't try anything, Sarad would let him live. It was actually quite exciting proving to the pack that he was the superior male when the old man challenged him.

How his uncle would handle his nephew bringing this bitch into the pack, Sarad did not know. It was unlikely he would protest it in front of the pack, but he would not give his blessing, that was for certain.

To Sarad, however, it mattered little what his uncle thought. He had claimed this bitch, and he would care for her as a member of the pack.

Why? That was the question running through his mind, one that he had no answer to, or rather had an answer that he refused to accept.

Sarad felt a curious sensation in his manhood, one that he recognized as the slow deflation of his knot. He had been tied inside her for some time and his manhood had finally given its consent to be removed from the bitch's warm, wet, welcoming folds.

After a few minutes, Sarad checked his tie, placing his hand on the female's hips and pulling away from her. His knot encountered some resistance at her walls, and he stopped. He could pull out right now, although it wouldn't be especially comfortable for Kasala, and he would likely awaken her. If he just waited a few more minutes, he could slip out of her without waking her.

She did look tired...And she looked so peaceful...He couldn't bring himself to wake her by pulling out yet...

Why? Why was he thinking this way? She was a bitch, nothing more...But Sarad knew that wasn't true. She was something more than that to him...Something else...

Sarad decided to wait. In fact, he waited until his knot had completely died down before gently and slowly slipping out of her.

Sarad's sex was wet with Kasala's fluids, and he was still hard, but he didn't wait. He had to establish his dominance over the pack, and he didn't care if they saw his manhood. It would make them feel insecure and ashamed of their own size, yet another reason to respect their Alpha.

Sarad stepped outside, fully naked, which was quite normal within the pack. There was no really no reason to wear clothes. For a male wolf, if he became excited, his manhood would quickly extend, meaning that whatever lower garb he wore would be drastically tented.

As for females they also wore little or no clothing. Although some female's preferred to cover their breasts so that they wouldn't be gazed at, it was certainly not a necessity to cover up. Their lower bodies were commonly barren as well, since their sex was covered by their fur.

As Sarad looked around, he saw his pack watching him. He walked into the center of the village and barked, "Everyone, come to me."

His pack complied, the omegas ashamedly averting their eyes from their Alpha's large manhood while the betas enviously took note of its bitch slicked shaft.

Once the pack had formed a circle around Sarad he looked around at them. "Now, as I understand, you followed my uncle's orders to attack this village. Is this true?" Sarad demanded.

The pack was silent.

"Why is it that the only one who would tell me this was Neran?" Sarad asked, his tone even.

The pack was silent again.

"Well, you're all quite vocal tonight. Why the sudden silence? You were so happy to howl with me and my mate not too long ago," Sarad said.

"Your mate, Alpha?" asked an omega wolf.

Sarad turned towards the wolf, who was young and less massive than he. "Do you dispute my claim to her body?"

"Ah, no, Alpha! I was just wondering if you meant to take her with us..." the omega answered, looking down at the ground. He wanted nothing more than to disappear and hide in the crowd, but the Alpha would notice, and he would punish him.

Sarad smirked at the omega's submissiveness. He would never rise through the ranks. "So, is that what you are all wondering? Am I going to take this bitch home?"

The pack unsurely and quietly answered him, each of the wolves confirming the question.

"Well then, perhaps you should say that, or else next time I won't be so forgiving when you follow my uncle's commands. He is not your Alpha, do you understand?" Sarad demanded.

"Yes sir!" the pack answered.

Sarad smiled at his pack's answer. They were coming back to him. They had just been surprised at the turn of events.

"Her name is Kasala, and you will treat her with the utmost respect. She will be a member of the pack, and someday, I will breed her. No one is to touch her, and if she tells me that any of you treated her badly or made any attempt to violate her, I'll tear you apart and hang your hide from my den," Sarad said menacingly.

The pack was silent, although this time out of fear, not shame.

"Do you understand me?" Sarad snarled.

"Yes sir!" they answered.

"Now, everyone is to return to the village tonight. I will return in the morning. Heed my words, there will be no second chances," Sarad told his pack.

"Go!" he barked.

The pack dispersed, some running away, some walking, but two wolves walked over to their Alpha. The first was Neran, and the other was a female, lightly brown furred with white highlights masking her face and along her belly, bust, the insides of her extremities, and in between her thighs. She was naked and Sarad noticed happily that his sister was untouched.

"Alpha," Serae whimpered. Her brother walked forward and tightly embraced her, pressing his muzzle into her shoulder. The female was fully grown, about the same age as Kasala, although a bit younger.

"Why have you come?" Sarad asked. "Did you take part in the battle?"

"No, but I came soon after," the female answered. Neither sibling was uncomfortable with their nude embrace; they were accustomed to seeing one another's bodies, and it was quite dark.

"Who is she?" the female asked.

"I stumbled across her during the battle. I arrived after the pack and I saw her about to be raped by an omega. I fought him off and went to her. She was terrified, and then my uncle talked me into mating her to take her into the pack," Sarad answered.

"Why?" the female asked curiously.

"I don't know. I just wanted to protect her, and although I didn't want to admit in front of the pack, mating her was an excellent idea. She's one of us now, and as I said, anyone who touches her will die," Sarad replied.

"Do you truly intend to breed her?" Neran asked.

"Yes, I do," Sarad answered. In truth, he had come to that decision as he'd taken her virginity. It had felt so right, pounding into her as she moaned and pushed back against him, wanting to take her inside of him. There it was again, that damned bond. What did it mean?

"You're certainly being impulsive tonight. What's wrong?" Sarae asked politely. She may be the Alpha's sister, and she an Alpha female herself, but she was not the Alpha bitch. She had to be respectful, even though she had never had reason to defy or fear him. Sarae was proud of her older brother and was happy to support him as the Alpha.

"I don't know," Sarad answered. Within the pack, these two were the only wolves who the Alpha male could speak to comfortably. They would listen to anything he had to say.

"Well, don't think too hard about it. Just let it come to you, okay?" Sarae put in.

"Yeah," Sarad replied.

The two were silent for a moment, and then Sarae hugged him again.

"Oh, brother, you're still so wet," the female remarked as she felt his manhood rubbing against her leg.

Sarad said nothing, his ears twitching in interest, looking at her quizzically.

"Would you like me to clean you off?" Sarae asked.

Sarad was surprised, but only because they were in public. He was not shocked by her offer; he had taken her virginity, she being the only female he had not treated roughly in their first mating. Incest, so called, was accepted within the pack. The offspring of siblings were healthy and strong, and so there was no stigma concerning the union of brother and sister.

Sarae smiled as she descended to her knees. She placed one hand on her older brother's leg and let her tongue sneak outwards and lick his tip. He was still hard, and the female relished the taste of his musky seed that coated his manhood.

Sarad growled happily and then placed his hand on her head. He gripped her head fur and made her look at him.

"Not here," Sarad told her.

"Behind one of the dens, then?" Sarae asked, smiling seductively.

Sarad smiled and patted her on the head. The female placed a wet, slobbery kiss on the male's sex and then stood up. The Alpha wrapped his arm around his sister's waist and started walking towards a nearby house.

"Alpha. Sarae and I are going to rest here for the night to accompany you on your return visit. I'll be resting in one of the homes," Neran told his friend.

"Come with us, Neran. Sarae seems to be quite willing tonight, I'm certain she'll let you mount her while she cleans me off," Sarad told the beta wolf.

Neran smiled and walked over to the siblings. Together, the three walked away towards the woods so that they were behind one of the wooden dens. Sarae stepped away from the two males and got down on her hands and knees. She flagged her tail and shook it seductively, looking over towards her companions lustfully.

"Big brother, will you let me suck you now?" the female asked.

Sarad smiled at his sister and walked over to her. He knelt before her and angled his cock towards the female's mouth. His sister opened her maw wide and immediately took him within her, covering his manhood with her slobber.

Sarad growled and reached over to her head. He stroked her head and rubbed her back, smiling as his sister took his lengthy manhood into her throat. The muscles of her throat gave his sex a strong massage, and he smiled as she lavished her wetness all over him.

"Neran, take her from behind," Sarad told his friend.

Neran nodded approvingly and crouched behind Sarae. His manhood had been growing for quite some time, but he was not completely hard. He rubbed his tip against her dripping sex, eliciting a happy moan from the lustful bitch. Soon, Neran was fully hard. He placed his hands on Kasala's hips and pushed into the Alpha female.

Neran and Sarae were special within the pack. As an Alpha, Sarae had the right to mate, but not to breed. She had chosen Neran when she was young, but she had to receive Sarad's consent for them to breed. Sarad had not granted it, but he promised her that someday she would be allowed to bear his old friend's pups. Sarad had taken his sister's virginity and then allowed her to be used by Neran, an act that Neran had respectfully accepted.

The three wolves began their passionate rhythm. As Sarae slid herself off of her brother's sex, Neran would thrust into her, pushing her back onto him. Their dynamic was strong, with the two males blissfully having their way with the passionate female.

Sarae moaned as she was used, the male mounted on her back rear thrusting slowly and tantalizingly into her as she sucked on her brother's manhood. She whimpered as her mate began to thrust harder, driving her forward onto her brother's cock.

Sarad continued to stroke his sister as she pleasured him. Of all the female's who had given him oral, Sarae was the best. She knew just to please him, sucking hard on him and taking his length into her throat.

Soon, Neran's lust overcame him, and he pressed harder onto Sarae, his chest pressed down onto her back, his muzzle contacting Sarad's taught abdomen. He began to hump extremely fast into the female, his knot smacking against her sex.

Sarae barked around her mouthful of wolf dick and took her brother into her throat, unable to bob her head now that she was being thrust into like a bitch in heat.

Sarad growled as his sister's throat choked his manhood. He tightly gripped his sister's head, growling as she rapidly brought him to his climax. He had wanted it to last longer than this, but she was too adept at giving tongue, and he was unable to resist blasting his load of seed into her maw.

Neran snarled as his knot swelled expansively. He was not as large as Sarad, but he was still possessed of an impressively sized sex. He stretched Sarae and shoved his knot inside of her, rapidly thrusting inside her sex and then pulling out, repeating the process until his knot was stuck inside of her, swelling to lock them together.

The feeling of being tied with a male and giving oral to her brother drove Sarae over the edge. She sucked hard on her Alpha as she came to her climax, her walls clamping down on her lover's manhood.

The two males released simultaneously, filling the willing bitch at both ends. Sarad's seed flowed down his sister's throat and into her belly. She dutifully swallowed it down, enjoying the taste of her brother. Neran's brand burst into Sarae's sex, flowing into her womb. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and pressed down on her, smiling ecstatically as he came inside his lover.

The female moaned as best she could, which was choked by the seed in her mouth. She shook her hips against the male she was tied with, enjoying the feeling of fulfillment.

Sarad smiled as he removed his long, hard sex out of his little sister's mouth. She smiled at him and barked happily, her tongue stained with his seed. Sarad smiled at her and patted her on the head.

Neran began to calm his desperate thrusts into the female, panting and holding her tight. He kissed his mate passionately, and the bitch kissed him back.

Sarad turned his back on his friend and sibling, knowing that they would be tied for some time from the way Neran was treating the bitch. Sarad was intent on returning to Kasala and resting with her. He was tired after a long day, and although his sister's oral offering to him was quite rejuvenating, he wanted nothing more now than to sleep with the bitch he had saved and whose life now belonged to him.

Kasala