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Prologue

As the dagger bit deep and he fell to his knees, the broad-shouldered wolf thought back to just how it was that he had arrived at the end of his own existence. "This is my penance," he thought wryly, staring at the floor before him, watching the odd sanguine flow spreading across the polished marble surface, his mind refusing to make the connection as his fur grew stained with blood. Sweat matted shoulder-length auburn hair to back and brow as his body trembled, stripped of its potency. "As long as she's safe..." If only he hadn't returned home. He couldn't help but think back...

During the last visit to his village, almost a year ago to the day, he had become enamored with a young golden-haired vixen the likes of which he had never known. His parents and friends had hardly seen him that summer, the young tan and tawny-furred wolf having spent all his time at her side. She was a flawless beauty, a scant five feet in height and swathed in a luxurious coat of pristine sable fur, her ears and inner thighs bathed in the same soft creamy-tan that gave her the appearance of wearing gloves upon her hands and stockings upon those luxuriously long legs. Her body was curvaceous, slender yet thick in all the right places, waving a cream-tipped tail that seemed to demand attention be drawn away from the firm young breasts that pressed against her blouse. A tail that demanded tribute for the perfect heart-shaped bottom that wiggled enticingly beneath a dress that had been far too easy to remove as he laid with her in the tall grasses of an embankment beneath the moonlit sky.

His eyelids grew heavy as a he felt something, arms, it seemed, encircling his neck. With the final blow looming, it would be easy to close his eyes and sleep. And dream. Was someone yelling? It didn't matter; the memory was so close now...

Chapter 1 - Acquisition

He rolled with her, nipping and nuzzling, his sleek athletic frame pressed deliciously against her own as they slowly ground to a halt, her body perched atop his as they kissed, their tongues never far from each other as the pair panted, moaned, sucked at each other's lips. She giggled, breaking the kiss, a thin clear strand of saliva connecting the two, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared as she sat upright, straddling him. His sapphire eyes widened as he gazed up at her, his heart pounding as he stared, slack-jawed as the young blonde vixen placed her paws upon his chest and peered back, a mischievous grin upon her kissably-soft lips as she rocked with her hips, her swollen mound sliding back and forth against the underside of his thick sheath. "Tell me about these..." she murmured in that sinfully young voice, the tips of her fingers tracing the silver runes that littered his caramel-and-cream fur. Her hips rocked back and forth as she coaxed the answer from him, the teenaged temptress not to be denied as moisture seeped from her swollen sex, glazed netherlips leaving his sheath soaked with female want as she rode his smooth-skinned covering. He groaned loudly as he she positioned herself against the entrance to his sheath, the young wolf's cock beginning to ease out and into her, the tip of his glistening red spear touching the wet pink of her interior as she whispered down to him imploringly, "Tell me...please?"

Despite his training, he was still young, impulsive, naive. Anyone witnessing the scene would have realized that the young vixen that straddled him, the new darling of his village, was not the virgin she claimed to be. Anyone who was not staring up at a pair of the most beautiful tits they had ever seen. Anyone who was not pinned beneath the slender-waisted young seductress with hips that begged to be grasped in a fit of passion. Anyone that was not nestled inescapably between those milky teenaged thighs. Her luxuriously thick tail coiled slowly around his sac as she pumped him for pleasure... and for information. He groaned loudly as he spoke of the prophecy of which he had so little knowledge and the goddess he knew so much of yet had never seen. He spoke of the Sanctuary and the Runes and of anything she wished.

She wriggled her hips wickedly, her loins retreating just as quickly as his newly born erection could chase her, inch after inch of his hot lupine length spilling from its protective sheath as he ached to enter her. She wouldn't allow it, of course, now that she had all she needed, but she would have her fun with him. His lean naked form, hard from years of training, glistening with sweat and reeking of hot male musk, was far too delicious a prize to pass up. The flaxen-haired vixen shifted her hips and he growled in frustration as the wet vulpine pussy that clung to the tip of his enraged organ escaped him, the chill evening air suddenly embracing the crown of his nectar-stained arousal. "Shh, my eager alpha.." she cooed, secretly enjoying his frustration, reveling in his unbridled want for her. A want that she intended to deny him. It was so easy to control young men. And even easier to control their fathers. A thin smile crossed her muzzle as she licked her lips in remembrance, the soft-as-silk fox pressing herself down against him, her swollen netherlips spread wide against the underside of his shaft, pinning his pulsating prick back against his belly. Hips churned and soon she was grunting satisfactorily as he lay there dazed beneath her, the underside of his cock being stroked by the warm pink in between her fleshy petals. Like father, like son. Pre-cum bubbled from the tip of his erection as she rode his length carefully, keeping his wolfhood pinned firmly to his belly, the angle of her hips changing, just enough that her clitoris would rub promiscuously against his blood-heated rod, eliciting a lewd moan from the voracious vixen. There was no reason, after all, that she couldn't enjoy herself as she claimed what she wanted from the wolf.

Fingers scooped a bit of the lubricants that had pooled in his navel up, the devious fox smearing the mixture of their desire over her lips. She leaned forward, pressed her muzzle to his own and kissed him harshly, making him taste himself upon her as she forced her tongue deep into his mouth, that dexterous pink muscle having no problem coaxing him to lap at his own flavor upon her lips. With a few whispered words and a promise of carnal pleasure, she had reduced the would-be alpha to her complicit little slave, the wolf willing to do anything to please her. "Please...I *gasp* think I'm coming into heat...won't you taste me?" she begged, already knowing the answer. He nodded vehemently, his mouth watering at the prospect of sampling both her and her fertility, wanting more and more to bury himself within her and mate with the ethereal beauty gyrating atop him. "Yes, anything! Please... I love you!" he blurted, baring his soul. She grinned triumphantly, relishing in his defeat as she swung her left leg over his head, straddling his face. "Then taste me, lover!" she breathed as she pushed back and lowered the lips of her swollen sex to his mouth and bathed his muzzle in the near-fertile juices oozing from her wet hole.

He fed greedily from the closest thing to a goddess he had ever known, his tongue wasting no time in violating the bordered of her feverish foxy fuck-tunnel, pushing eagerly past her labia and into the willing warmth of her hot pink core. She closed her eyes and moaned, her hips undulating, smearing the telltale juices of her pleasure over his muzzle, secretly marking him with her scent. He ate the beautiful blonde vixen out in earnest, his thin red ribbon of a tongue seemingly built for just such an occasion. Perhaps it was just dumb luck, or perhaps it had been a secret part of his training in how to pleasure a goddess, but the slinky female fox was soon grunting, panting like a bitch in heat as she rolled forward and all but devoured his angry red cock.

He yelped in pleasure, her brow wrinkling in annoyance as his impassioned cry broke her concentration. She 'educated' him by plucking her mouth off his glowing ember of a cock and sat upright, muffling his cries and forcing him to attend to her own dire need. His paws grasped her thighs, sensing her urgency, and he feasted upon her golden sex fervently. He groaned, unable to help himself, lapping at the deluge of hot female cum flowing from her wet crevice as she bucked and brayed, the pleased young vixen grinning as she gazed up at the star-filled sky, the third and final moon waxed towards its apex. She thanked the dark god Katru for sending her to someone so skilled at oral pleasure. The change came over her quickly as the third moon ascended, her lithe and lissome young body growing, claws and fangs lengthened, her still slender form becoming stronger, sharper, and so much more deadly.

A lycanthrope, their power was governed by the three moons. And here she was with the tongue of her mortal enemy stuffed deep within her slippery snatch. She wriggled joyously at the change, revitalized by her newfound power. And with the change came her heat, the sudden onset of estrus causing the wolf beneath her to lap greedily with renewed effort, his hips pumping instinctually at the air as he serviced her, wanting, needing to breed. His eyes closed, he could sense the change in her aura. He was attuned to such things but the warmth of her muzzle slipping over the tip of his cock and then enveloping him completely within that saliva-coated cavern ensured he was far too gone to care. He couldn't see the wicked green glimmer in her once blue eyes, the perversion of her soul shimmering there. He couldn't see much of anything as the almost feral with pleasure were-vixen curled her tail around his head and covered his eyes.

His tongue lavished her female mound with affection, swabbing her now throbbing clit, the hood covering her pleasure-button retracted, leaving her vulnerable to his well-trained instrument of pleasure. His warm lips, slick with the honey flowing freely from her fertile sex, wrapped lovingly around that glowing nub as he drew in a sharp breath, her hips shuddering as the cool air was drawn rapidly over every overtly sensitive nerve in her confined pleasure-center. Paws grasped at her thighs for support as he tongued the horny vixen higher and higher along that steep spiral of ecstasy, his breath little more than ragged pants as he began to grow dizzy off her sweetened nectar, her taste making him feel intoxicated, no longer in full control of his body as he serviced her ever increasing need.

She gobbled down his cock possessively, sucking and slurping her way to his very root, discovering that with her newly granted size, she could swallow more than just his wolfhood. Her tongue, now narrower, almost serpentine in nature, slithered down around his balls as she sucked his nuts into her wet cavernous maw, as well. Cheeks hallowed and soon his steamy stream of pre-cum began to taste saltier. She could tell by his faint half-hearted struggles beneath her, grasping at her thighs, that he was hers entirely. He lapped frantically at the sweet mound presented him, the wolf lost to the world as his hips pumped readily into the blonde lycanthrope's muzzle. He knew she had changed, somewhere, subconsciously, in the very back of his mind, but the pleasure of that vacuous mouth around his cockmeat was overwhelming. Swallowing hard, he panted, dined, drank down the vixen's juices obediently, receiving new training as she whimpered and growled and rocked her wet and thickly swollen cunt lips against his muzzle. His ministrations were relentless, that artistic tongue painting her clitoris until the breathless vixen saw stars. He lavished her pink launch button with affection, the over-achieving wolf threatening to set her off like a powder keg, her bared thighs trembling visibly to either side of his head. One last stroke and she came, that buttery cunt rewarding his efforts with a flow of more honeyed juices than he could hope to swallow in a night. She panted and keened hard into the evening air, making him taste her, making him drink her, binding him to her in ways only she could do.

His pleasure was now intrinsically linked to hers and he was not far behind, his angry red arousal once more welcomed into the wet warmth of her vacuous muzzle. She nursed from the head of his engorged erection and in that moment he surrendered, giving her what she sought, feeding her what she desired - his huge cum-laden balls being squeezed within her paws, he cried out as he shot his load straight down her gullet. The broad-shouldered wolf yelped and brayed, clinging to the ravenous were-fox desperately as she drained him dry, drinking down every drop of his fertile male essence, the virile wolf spilling more milky jism into that soft wet suction than he had spent in his entire life. And when he had nothing left to give, still she sucked, nibbling her way back to his root as he uttered his last conscious words of love deep into her female cleft.

She rose off of him, gazing down at the handsome lupine male left unconscious at her whim and laughed wickedly, "After all this is over, my dear sweet alpha, you will be mine and your precious goddess can witness your surrender to me each and every night and be reminded of your failure to her." She had done her work well, the simple act of draining the eager young male's essence had given her what she was after all along. As she had nursed from the wolf and he, complicit in the act, had poured his seed into her so willingly, one of the silvery Runes upon his sculpted form had vanished, reappearing upon her own ebon-furred body. He had many other Runes to drain but, for now, she had the Key and that would do.

Returning to her original form, the sumptuous young vixen gathered her clothes and left him there, naked, unconscious, and most likely dreaming of mating with the wicked young waif of a fox until he could stand no more. He would wake up even more exhausted from his dreams than when he passed out, judging from enthusiasm of his unconscious moaning. She strolled through the center of town, completely bare, reveling in her own naked glory, her beautiful body practically glowing from the pleasure of orgasm and from the power she had drank from him, a power she knew she could take any time she wished now. He would not remember this night with her. The juices he had tasted would see to that. She was no ordinary fox, after all. She had been bred and raised solely for this purpose. And with her heat came certain benefits, of which this was one. She could have any male she wanted, and he wouldn't even have the pleasure of remembering her, though she, herself, would always recall his surrender of body and soul to her with the utmost satisfaction.

FIN - Chapter 1