Primal Traditions
Short story about a young female wolf going through her first heat.
I tossed and turned as I laid in my bed, trying to sleep but failing miserably. I had begun my first heat only a couple of days ago and by this point it was maddening. At first I thought I might have become ill until I approached my mother after the first day. She had explained to me before what all young she-wolves like myself would go through at this age. Though now, words seem to fall short when simply describing what it feels like. My mother comforted me when I finally spoke to her about it and she explained that I would have to wait a few days before it could be helped. It didn't seem like it would be so bad, but now it felt like my whole body was burning with some need I could not sate.
Though this was my first heat, I was not completely ignorant of what nature intended to happen. I had never mated with another male and only somewhat recently considered a relationship with one. I noticed around the same time that other males began flirting with me. I didn't stand out much from others, in my opinion. My whole body is covered in light gray fur that looks well on me. I had even been told recently by a male friend that I had beautiful blue eyes. He had always complimented me on my looks and only now in the height of my heat did I wish desperately that he was here. For now, however, I was reduced to suffering through my heat alone since I had no desire to become pregnant at such a young age.
Thinking about my friend caused my body to heat up with need. Rolling onto my back, I stared at the ceiling of my room trying to think of anything except his toned body and the primal need to feel him inside me. Almost without thinking I found my hands reaching between my legs. I stopped wearing anything to bed once my heat started, hoping that being physically colder would help me sleep at night. And though I knew touching myself wouldn't help in the long term, any relief from this agony would be a welcome respite. I imagined briefly what it would be like to be taken right now by a strong alpha male. I drew my hand across my covered sex and felt its warmth against my bare hand.
Using my fingers to part the fur hiding my moist folds, I began to stroke along the outside. I was already wet from just thinking about being mated and slowly I began to work one of my fingers between my nether lips. I stifled a moan as I brought my other hand down to reveal my swollen button and began rubbing the sensitive nub. Closing my eyes and continuing with both hands, my world was reduced to the overwhelming pleasure running throughout my body. I pushed another finger just inside my passage, gently moving both fingers to draw out more pleasure. It didn't take much to push me over the edge as my slick tunnel began to clamp down on my fingers. My stomach muscles contracting slightly with every wave of pleasure and sending quiet moans from my muzzle as I rode out the orgasm.
My lust filled body peaked quickly with all the pent up need. I had discovered at a very young age the pleasure that could be coaxed from the hidden treasure between my legs. At first I did not fully understand what I was doing, just that it felt great. Over the last few days my whole body felt overly sensitive and almost forcing me to pleasure myself whenever I had the chance. I knew the feeling wouldn't last long as I began to settle down from my latest orgasm. As my breathing became more normal I was suddenly aware of the heavy breathing that was not my own. Opening my eyes in an instant, I could see a shape standing near my door. The figure moved slowly to close the door behind them and took a few steps forward. I was about to speak but stopped as I realized the figure moving toward me was my father. My fear dissolved quickly to embarrassment as I pulled my sheets up around my nude body.
"Shh. You don't need to be so modest after that." His words were quiet and calm, but did nothing to settle the embarrassment I was feeling. I had never been caught like this before and felt humiliated by my actions. The moonlight pouring in through the window illuminated his nude body. Without thinking about why he was nude, my eyes dropped at once to the erection sticking out of his sheath.
"Father..." the rest of the words would not form as fear began to take hold of me once again. I tore my eyes away from his groin to look at his dimly lit face. I forced words out as his intentions dawned on me. "What... Please don't."
I stayed still, unable to comprehend what was going on or why. He stood there for a moment before speaking. "Your mother should have told you what happens during your first heat."
"She did, but..." I trailed off as I realized that my mother had told me. I didn't understand at the time what she meant when she said that there were traditions for a woman's first heat. And if I had any ideas at the time as to what they were, they were certainly not this.
He slowly climbed over the end of my bed, pulling the sheets away from my loose grip as he moved toward me. Stopping once he came face to face with me. "If I don't help you now, then one of the others out there will take you against your will. A woman's heat can be maddening to a young male." I could tell that he was serious. A mixture of feelings were hammering me all at once. The wrongness of this was foremost in my mind as my father looked into my face. "Trust me, I would never hurt you or let anyone else hurt you." I reached up to hold his hand as it brushed against the side of my face. I could feel his tail brush against my inner thigh as I considered his words. Desire built unwillingly as I closed my eyes and gave a short nod.
His weight shifted to bring his waist closer to me, dropping close enough for me to feel the tapered head of his shaft touch just above my sensitive mound. He was still looking at me as I opened my eyes to look at him. I could see in his eyes that he loved me but did this act out of duty rather than lust. "When I start you will feel a little pain, it's normal." I nodded again, speechless as he finished positioning himself at my entrance.
He pushed against my moist folds slowly. I took a short, sharp breath as the tip spread my lips, it was like nothing I had felt before. Using my hands was nothing compared the feeling of being penetrated like this. The inhibitions melted away in that instant as he slowly pushed inward. He paused to let my body get used to the intruder and I couldn't help but let out a shuddering breath. The anticipation of being mated by any male driving me crazy with desire. I could see him grin as he heard me exhale, "I'm going to start now, alright?"
My heart was pounding against my chest as I gave a breathless "okay" in response.
With that, he pulled out just a little and pushed back in more quickly than his initial entrance. I suppressed a yelp as he repeated the process, keeping a slow but steady pace. I wanted to feel more of him pump into me but he continued his short thrusts as if afraid to go too deep. There was a feeling of being stuffed too much as he drove in with a few deeper thrusts. The gentle pressure of his pounding almost uncomfortable before he suddenly pulled out most of the way. Without any other warning, he shoved in with more force than his previous thrusts and forced a quiet, surprised yelp from my throat. There was a sharp pain I had never felt before inside me. The unexpected pain made me wince and tear up a little. Though the feeling was quickly being replaced by the same wonderful pleasure I was feeling only moments ago.
Seeing the tears well up in my eyes he brushed a hand across my cheek, using his thumb to brush the tear away as he did. "Not so bad, was it?" I gently shook my head. He had stopped to make sure I was fine to continue and almost involuntarily, I pushed against him with pent up desire. Seeing my need he began again, falling into a steady rhythm. His thrusts went deeper into me now hitting areas inside me I didn't know existed until this moment. He grabbed my hand with his, folding his fingers around mine. I could feel a larger portion of his girth trying to push into me with each thrust. The wider girth seemed too much but I paid little attention too it as the need to cum was becoming too much.
His breathing was heavy compared the soft moans that escaped me unbidden. I gripped his hand tighter as he brought his head closer to mine, his warm breath exhaling onto the side of my face. The swell along his shaft pounded against my opening trying to gain entrance. With a low grunt in my ear I felt his swollen girth slip into me. The sudden fullness of his member inside me overwhelmed my senses as he switched to quick, short thrusts.
I squeezed his hand still wrapped around mine as my body clenched down on his shaft. Waves of ecstasy seized me as I peaked for the second time of the night. He continued as my walls gripped his shaft and let out a grunt of pleasure of his own. I was too lost in my own release to notice the slight change in his thrusts that signaled his own orgasm. I could feel his throbbing member deep within me as he released his seed. An odd warmth filled more than just my clenching sex as he continued to unload his own pent up desire.
As his own orgasm tapered off he let out a long breath he had held. Laying there for an extended moment we basked in the post coital bliss, still gripping each others hand. He almost surprised me when he spoke suddenly, "We will have to stay like this for a little while." He rested a little more of his weight on me as he spoke, reaching up with his other hand to caress my face while he spoke. I could feel that we were tied together at the waist, the thought sending a small aftershock of pleasure through me.
"It's okay." I almost wished it could last longer, the feeling was like nothing I had ever felt. As I lay there, tied and motionless, I couldn't help but relive the last few minutes in my mind. The feeling of wrongness that I started with crept back into me as I lay under my father's warm body. I shifted a little as the thoughts made me somewhat uncomfortable. Sensing my unease he gently rolled us on to our sides without pulling out of my soaking tunnel.
"It happens this way for most of our women during their first heat." He said, as if reading my thoughts. "If we don't then some young male will have his way with you and be far less gentle. It has been this way for generations." True or not, his words helped ease my mind. Several others my age had been similarly locked away in there homes for a few days in the recent months. I relaxed a bit as he still held me close. "Most fathers still do this to prevent you from being taken against your will. A woman's heat can drive men crazy as I said."
Though the thought of mating with my father was less troubling after hearing that, one thought plagued me still. I just mated during my heat and with my own father, I was sure to have a child after this. My thoughts were cut short as I felt him begin to tug at my tight opening. I shuddered as he pulled the length out from me, feeling a small amount of our mixed fluids leak onto my thigh. He began to move off the bed to stand up and I was rushed with sudden, irrational feelings of being abandoned. With the emotions rushing my mind, I completely forgot the question I was about to ask. I felt sad as I regretted that the last few minutes could not have lasted longer.
Once again, as if reading my own thoughts he began to speak. "To answer the question you were probably about to ask. Just drink the medicine your mother will give you in the morning. You won't have to worry about a child and your heat should be all but forgotten by the end of the day." Standing now, he turned back to face me while he spoke and I nodded to him in response. He leaned in and kissed the top of my head as he always had done when tucking me in as a young child. "Get some sleep now." He said to me, giving a fatherly smile as he turned to walk out of the room.
Hesitating only a second, I gathered my sheets around me and sat up a little to face him. "Father." I began. Pausing at the door, he turned to look at me as I continued. "I love you."
He smiled, the same fatherly smile he had just shown. "I love you too," He said as he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. I collapsed on the bed again, staring at the ceiling that seemed only moments ago I had been gazing upon in agony of my heat. As if by magic the ever present desire within me was almost forgotten. The words I spoke were the same three words I had said countless nights before. I had always meant them as any daughter would mean them toward a father they cared for. However, saying the same three words now seemed to mean so much more to me than they ever did.