Soren's Early Years Part One
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Soren's Early Years; Part One
They were too fast. Too agile. I could not outrun them. Not in a million years. I knew their sense of smell was beyond any other living creatures', but I tried to hide nonetheless. I scaled the nearest tree, and held tightly to one of its branches. Below me, three very large wolves raced by. I heard their heavy breathing, saw the clouds of water vapor rise from their muzzles.
Just as they passed, the leader stopped, whirled on a pin, and looked straight at me. Those amber eyes locked with mine, and I couldnt turn away. By the time I broke the gaze, it was too late to realize the other two had disappeared.
I felt a hard object strike my neck, and the last things I saw were stars.
The castle lay deep in the forests, high above the highland plains, nestled comfortably between three mountains. In the winter, the only traffic for miles were herds of elk and deer...whom were pursued by packs of wolves. Large wolves...who walked upright.
A black wolf walked the stone halls a little before dusk, lighting each torch along the hall with a single beeswax candle. The pale light turned his fur silver, and shimmered with every move he made.
As he turned a corner, there stood his master. She was slightly shorter than him, with ivory fur highlighted by a tannish-red, and eyes green like the surrounding trees. The black and silver male bowed his head. He knew she liked to wander the halls of her modest castle, enjoying the cool air...and usually, she wasnt alone like this.
"Dante. Come here." the white wolf didnt need to speak. As with all wolves, she held a telekinetic bond with her pack. Wolves dont talk.
Dante went to his alpha, down on one knee. She pulled his muzzle into her wet pussy, forcing him to thrust his tongue inside her. She held his head there, and he licked up into her, and around her sensitive opening. His nose pressed up against her clit, he gently touched her with his lower teeth.
She pulled Dantes head tighter, so he could only flick his tongue in and out. The white wolf moaned.
"Soren...please" Dante pleaded. She relented, and let him loose. He licked one last time, then stood up fast, shoving Soren up against the wall. He licked her face and neck feverishly. They had their hands all over each other, pulling fur, digging claws in.
The two wolves locked muzzles, tongues playing at each other. Dante pressed his rock solid dick up against Soren's warm body. She grabbed a hold of his hips, forced herself up, and wrapped her legs around his body. He rocked his hips back, poking at her until he found the wet entrance, and started pushing into her.
Soren pushed down onto him, feeling herself stretch over his cock. She reached his swollen knot, and he suddenly thrust hard, popping inside. She growled in his ear. Dante pulled away from the wall, his dick locked into Soren, her wrapped around him like a weed. She grabbed a hold of his neck as he fucked her standing.
The she wolf held tightly as the tingle took over her body. She clenched hard onto Dante, and let out a long, low howl.
When I woke, I was lying in a bed of furs. The hut was only lit by a few candles. There was a short table next to the bed, on which sat a candle and a bowl.
I slowly sat up. My head was pounding. I ran my hand along my neck, where I felt a bandage. Must've been where I got hit. Every bone in my body ached...possibly from when I fell out of the tree. The bowl on the table had water in it, which I snatched up.
The hands holding the bowl were not my own....
The hands were covered in ivory fur, the fingers terminating in sharp claws. When I flexed my hand, those furry fingers moved. These were my hands.
I set the bowl on my lap, as I realized my arms were also covered in silky fur. I realized that I could smell a fire...with some sort of meat cooking...I could hear the crackling of the logs, the active searing of the skin...I was very, very hungry.
The furs pushed aside, I crawled onto my knees, then to my feet. When I stood, I was shaky, almost as if on new legs. I stumbled to the nearest wall, using it to pull myself all the way standing. These were not my legs...they appeared normal, just coated in white fur, and terminating in anthro-like paws.
I let go of the wall. As I shifted from paw to paw, I watched the toes flex and move. Just to my left was a mirror. I shifted over in front of it. Dear God. I had become a wolf. A wolf with vanilla fur, highlighted by a reddish tan saddle, and sharp green eyes. My mane was thicker than a normal wolf, and had been brushed back into a loose braid, where a single hawk feather was woven in place.
The longer I stared, the less real it seemed. I was human yesterday.
The castle was small, for a castle. Had about 15 spacious rooms, plus a grand entryway, and the usual amenities. Soren had found it abandoned, and had turned it into a comfortable palace. There was a large garden out back, but even better was the massive herds of wild deer and elk that frequented the garden. There was never a shortage of food. Not to mention, there was the plenty of the greatest commodity: privacy.
Dante was the first.
The elk was fast....but not as fast as the black timberwolf who pursued it. Tree branches blurred as the wolf leaped through the woods with little effort. The elk's adrenaline coarsed through its veins, spurring it like nitrous. After several more minutes, the elk slowed to a trot. No predator on its heels.
A small opening in the trees gave way to a patch of delicious grasses, where the elk paused.
Suddenly, the wolf leaped from the shadows, aiming straight at the tender meal, only to be slammed into by something else.
Spooked, the elk took off again. The black wolf stood upright, teeth bared, claws ready to slice whatever had cost it its meal.
Lo and behold, Soren met the black wolf with a similar reaction. She snarled at him.
"You are trespassing. You are chasing prey that is mine." Soren projected her thoughts to the wild wolf. He relaxed his snarl.
"This is wild land. Owned by no one." he replied.
"I will not tell you again. Leave." Soren commanded.
"No." the dark wolf sneered at her.
Soren lunged for his throat. He countered her attack and slammed her to the ground. She bit into his neck, causing him to jump back. She took the opportunity and pounced on him. She had him pinned in the grass.
The moonlight highlighted his fur, giving it a silver sheen. His amber eyes were transfixed on this alpha she wolf sitting on his chest.
"Come with me." Soren told him.
I felt as though I was staring at myself in costume...a really, really good costume. Although I had alot to process, my nose kept picking up the cooking meat, and my stomach chewed me out for not taking action.
Before I could even turn to the door, it opened. An old, withered, female wolf entered, followed by a tall, old, well-dressed wolf. The old female looked me dead in the eye and gave me a creepy old toothless grin. "You're awake! And so beautiful." The old gal held my muzzle in her weathered paws.
The elder male stood a full two heads above me, and wore leather and steel armor. He had a scar on his cheek, and a sword over his shoulder. He stepped forward, his coarse brown fur was dull in the light, and despite his weathered appearance, he had gentle blue eyes.
"I'm sure you have many questions, young lady."
I stared at the two wolves. Uh, yeah...I have questions.
Supposedly, only 90% of the human genome has been mapped. The other 10% is somewhere inbetween the gaps of our DNA strands. What exactly they control is unclear.
When confronted with a threat, or a major change in environment, all species have the ability to evolve to survive. The biggest difference between creationists' enemy and Darwin's theory, is that true evolution can take several generations to manifest itself.
There have been documented evolutions in species ranging from birds to reptiles, and even in humans to some degree. All that's clear, is that it exists.
Soren left Dante in his room, and wandered back to hers. She chose the single tower as her private quarters. There was a single story spiral staircase, which terminated on the first level. She kept her large book collection here, as well as random things she had collected over the years, organized neatly amongst the tomes. One of the bookshelves was built as a wall-hugging staircase, leading to a trapdoor. And just on the other side of the trapdoor, Soren's cozy bed of furs.
The white wolf pulled the trapdoor open, and crawled up into the small room. She nestled down into the pile of furs. As she laid there, she felt like she needed something.
"Ambros. My quarters."
Out of the five, Ambros was her favorite. He was the omega, and was the more fun-loving. A basic brown wolf, but an awesome fuck. He never whimpered, whined, or cried. He simply took whatever she gave him, hence him being the omega.
Ambros climbed the stairs, and waited patiently in the library for permission to enter Soren's bedchamber.
The alpha poked her head down through the trapdoor. "What are you waiting for? Let's do this."
The brown wolf leaped up the stairs, and straight into Soren's bed. She grabbed a hold of his fur, and threw him down on his back. Soren sat on his belly, and held his muzzle in her paws. "I got you something new to try."
Ambros watched Soren open a wood box, and produce a steel spike, shaped like a snake, with its head curling back on itself. The white wolf licked the spike end, then tickled Ambros' nose with it. He wrinkled his muzzle so adorably, Soren couldn't help but smile. She bent down and massaged at his warm, furry, balls, using the spike tip to play with his sheath and the pink member that protruded.
Her muzzle was wet with saliva as she bent down and ran her tongue the length of his shaft. He shuddered. She clamped her muzzle over his cock, careful to keep her sharp teeth from cutting in. Soren alternated between sucking, pulling a strong suction, and licking. Ambros was a reliable one; his dick already producing the first little pearl of pre cum.
Ever so gently, Soren ran the spike along the skin lines of his dick, making her omega involuntarily tremble. She placed the tip at his tiny opening, and slowly pushed it inside. The little hole stretched around the dull spike tip. Soren was careful not to go too fast; she didnt want to hurt him. Finally, the plug was seated, the snake head curled around the tip of his cock, its head just below the base of the tip.
Ambros moaned as she kneaded his balls with her expert hands, and continued licking his jeweled dick with her skilled tongue. He lifted his hips to push himself into her mouth, eliciting a low growl from her which rumbled through his penis, making him gasp. She pulled back, and slid up on top if him. They were nose to nose. He licked her.
Soren slid her pussy up and down his shaft, pushing on his swollen knot, then playing on his tip. He lifted his hips, and grabbed a hold of her thighs with his hands. She allowed him to lift his tip up into her, upon which she clamped her muscles. The omega smiled, letting his tongue loll out to the side. He was so damn cute.
After playing on the tip, Soren rammed herself down, burying his dick up to the knot. She pulled back, then rammed him again. He half howled as his master gleaned every ounce of pleasure from her subject.
Soren pushed down harder, stretching around her omega's knot, until it popped inside. Satisfied, she held herself over him, and dug her claws into his rump to spur him into action. Ambros rocked his hips in fast spasms, using the knot to keep his cock secured inside her. Together, the wolves worked towards a simultaneous climax, whereupon Soren bottomed out and laid across the rusty-colored wolf. She clenched her muscles around Ambros' cock, keeping it locked in as he spasmed. Soren could feel her omega's hot seed filling her, and that was one of the most favorable parts for her.
Panting as if they had just pursued dinner over a hundred miles, the wolves stayed curled up together. Out of the five that belonged to her, she favored Ambros, the ordinary one, the most. He was the only one allowed to stay with her all night. The only one she trusted completely.
As they lay there, Ambros half asleep and snugged up to her breast, Soren remembered the snake plug. With his cock trying to relax back into the sheath, the plug was working its way out. His dick lay haphazardly on his leg, looking a bit like a blown out can of biscuits, and covered in glossy fluids. The plug was half escaped. Soren pulled it gently out, causing Ambros to stir, but not wake completely. Keeping him snug to her, she reached down with one hand and gently ran her fingertip across his limp noodle, around the lips of the sheath, and then a full-handed caress on his inner thigh.
The male wolf sighed and let his tongue hang out, while continuing the slow rhythm of his sleep breathing. She let her hand come to rest on his hip, stared into his relaxed face, and felt herself ease into a dreamless sleep.
I couldn't ask a single question of either the old wolves, I had so many swirling around in my head...plus the delicious smell of the hot meat over the fire. My stomach growled.
The lady wolf introduced herself as "Sha", the alpha male didn't say a word. Sha was like a medicine woman, with her little bag of herbs and whatnot. She was chatty and friendly, where the old male just stood up against the wall, staring at me. I was getting pissed. So I just stared back.
After a few minutes, Sha deemed me fit, and excused herself. The male stayed motionless.
"What do you want." I stated, not so much as a question as a threat. It came out of my muzzle more like a "mwa ooo raaaaa", and caught me off guard.
" You cannot speak as a human any longer. You only need to 'think' it to me." the brown male spoke without moving. As if he understood me the first time, he spoke again "I want you in my pack."
"Why don't you tell me what's going on here first? I was human yesterday. Some wolves chased me down, and now I'm some type of werewolf."
"You are not a werewolf. You are a Wulf. You have something in you we can sense, something that means you were destined to be one of us. The werewolf threat grows every day, every time they attack, more werewolves appear. We need all the Wulfs we can get."
"I never asked for this." I sat at the edge of the bed, glancing around for an exit.
"I will not allow you to leave, so do not try. You are a unique Wulf. You have a touch of darkness in your soul, but you are not evil. You are a fierce protector, and loyal to the bitter end. I not only want you as part of my pack, but as one of my omegas, maybe even a beta."
I glared at the dirt colored wolf. Who the hell does he think he is? He may know what color my soul is (probably from Sha), but he definately doesn't know ME.
He pulled away from the wall, took two quick strides towards me, and was in my face before I could blink. He was fucking fast, and I was a fresh "Wulf", still unsteady to walk.
"No body denies me. I am the alpha here. You will submit, or I will just take you anyways." his voice was lower, and huskier, almost erotic. But I wasn't now, or ever would be, submissive. And now, I had the claws, teeth, and strength to be who I wanted. Fuck you, alpha asshole.
In another instant, I was flat on my back, his strong legs holding mine down, one hand holding my wrists over my head, the other holding my neck. I whimpered in surprise. He growled and nuzzled into my neck fur, then released my neck, using that hand to grope my sensitive breasts. I squirmed, then jerked my hands from his grip.
I dug my super sharp new claws into his neck, and sank my teeth into his shoulder. He roared and bear hugged me, squeezing so tight the air escaped my lungs and I couldn't bring in any more.
My new muscles were already achy, my fingers hurt from the sudden violent use of the claws, and I felt generally weak. This fuckin sucks.
He sensed my sudden loss of power, and took advantage. He got me on my stomach, hands tied behind my back, muzzle shoved into the furs, ass in the air. I tried kicking at him, but he simply shoved himself between my legs, and pressed his cock up against my butt.
Never had I been so pissed. Not only was my body weaker than my will, but it was also betraying me...I loved sex. In any form. Even though I didn't want this old dirty wolf raping me, and most definately didn't want him dominating me, he had a firm, sexy penis, and I wanted it.
My body arched downwards, lifting my tail higher. He noticed the change, and lined his dick up with my wet vag. He growled lowly, and pushed into me, stretching me around him. Good lord...he was bigger than I was used to, and...shit...never taken a real knot before...
I struggled a bit, in a little fear from what the fat knot would feel like, and would it hurt?
The alpha wolf pushed in right to the knot, teasing me by pushing it against my swollen opening, then pulling back, and pushing a little harder. Just stuff it in there dammit! And he did...with a thrust, he started forcing me wider, the knot barging into my sensitive hole. Just when I felt I couldn't take any more, I felt a pop, and a weird mix of relief and relaxation. It felt amazing.
I let him ride me for several minutes, my sore muscles raging against his knot, him pounding me in short bursts like a fucking dog.
"Come on...fuck me like a wolf, not a dog." I taunted him. He dug his ragged claws into my hips, to such a degree I saw droplets of blood build in my white fur. I watched his balls bouncing into me with every twitch, my head rolled under so I was looking at his balls upside down.
He snarled and thrust harder.
"You're a fucking dog." I said. He raked my back with his claws, drawing more blood. Inside, I swelled with pride...I'm getting into his head and pissing him off. Good.
I relaxed slightly, letting him think he was winning. Suddenly, I rolled around on him, his knot breaking loose and exposing his dick to the cool air. In an instant, I wrapped my legs around his body, pinning his dick between us, and locking myself to him. We were nose to nose, his eyes betrayed him...never again would I see an alpha male startled like this.
In an instant, my jaws were locked on his throat. I could taste the hot iron of his blood, and it was so good...I had momentarily forgotten my hunger. I was no cannibal, however, so I just held onto him as he flailed, clawing me, biting at the air, trying to reach his sword. In the end, it was no use. I kept locked on until the blood in my mouth was merely trickling, not pulsing.
After I stood up, leaving the bloody mess on the bed, I wondered vaguely if I should run away, or maybe lay claim to his pack. Without any further thought, I stripped the leather arm guards and the sword from the lifeless alpha, installed them over my own bloody fur, and peeked outside.
It was dinnertime in the mess hut, so most everyone was there. The fire with the meats over it was unattended...
The forests around the village were dense, and it was late in the day, so cover was easy. As soon as I finished the chunk of deer I pilfered, I began hunting for a real meal.
Before I knew it, I was hundreds of miles from the village. The forests were thinner, but the mountains taller, rockier, and more shielding. Apparently, Wulfs were faster than wolves, because I remembered scaring the crap out of a wolf pack a ways back. Now I was hungry, and alone. It was getting dark. I needed shelter.
The castle lay deep in the forests, high above the highland plains, nestled comfortably between three mountains. In the winter, the only traffic for miles were herds of elk and deer...whom were pursued by packs of wolves. Large wolves...who walked upright. Wulfs, they were called. And they belonged to me.
End Part One