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Once per decade, the wolf beasts demanded an offering. Once per decade, a pair of virgins were selected from the population and sent beyond the wall. Once per decade the wolf beasts would come for their sacrifice and when it was over, they would leave the rest of the people in peace. No one was certain how many wolf beasts prowled the forbidden forest, but they were powerful and thus they would be obeyed. The tenth year came. A young man and young woman were chosen by the elders, taken outside the protective wall, tied to stakes, and left for the wolves.

Jared and Jillian were twins, which meant they were destined to go to the stakes. Dark hair and dark eyes gave them haunted expressions and they were together every moment of every day. During their seventh year the twins had a shared dream of their fates beyond the wall. They huddled together in their room in wonder and fear of their certain future. They may have stayed there all morning but it was the big day and they had to go to the square. Their mother bathed them and dressed them in a ritual that was handed down from family to family.

When all of the villagers gathered they were clean, well dressed, and somber. The Festival of Sacrifice was full of games and good food. The noise of the crowd was dulled by the sadness of the event but everyone spent the day together and put on brave faces. When the sun was nearing the horizon, everyone gathered at the center of town and performed the next ritual in the chain.

The sacrificial youths stood wide-eyed at the center of the gathering and the priest was blessing them with incense and prayers. Once they had been anointed with oils and forgiven their sins, the sacrificial pair was bonded in a ritual that made them family. They were supposed to be siblings, but the blood was less important than the intent.

The Forbidden Gate was a massive set of double doors that was only opened once per decade. It creaked with the weight of the ages and rumbled open like the jaws of death. Jared and Jillian watched quietly as the sacrificial siblings were led through the gates. A look between the siblings was all they needed to know they would break the law and watch. Forbidden as it was, their seven year old minds needed to know.

That night, under the watchful eye of the full moon, they crept through the fog to the ramparts that ran along the huge wooden wall. None dared watch what was about to happen and so there were no guards in that area. The seven year old siblings leaned against the spiked railing and watched as their neighbors stood tied to large wooden poles.

The night was deathly quiet and the fog seemed to absorb most of the sound. Eerie howls filled the air; echoing through flesh and bone like a siren's call. Shapes moved along the wood line and a pair of monsters appeared from the shadows and stalked toward their offering on all fours.

They were wolves in the shape of men. Werewolves, they had heard them called, and yet little was known beyond the stories of terror and death. The two great man-beasts circled their terrified prey, sniffing at them in careful inspection before moving in. Three times, they circled their prey, and then they pounced.

The screams of the sacrificial siblings were hysterical, at first, but they changed into something rhythmic and wild. It should have been over quickly, but instead the victim's screams went on and on. The fog around the poles thickened and neither of the voyeurs could see the carnage. Eventually it ended, though, and the only things that remained were blood and shredded bonds.

The musical melody of a howling pack rose up in the night and a pair replied. Then another pair answered … two werewolves had come out of the forest, but four were returning. Jared and Jillian listened to the howls and felt something within them stir. Someday they too would join those others … and they were no longer afraid.

The twins stopped talking. Their mother was concerned, but her babies were to be sacrificed and there was nothing she could do. The villagers whispered. Had the children seen? Would they still be viable as offerings? Should they just be put to death and another pair chosen?

Though there were questions, no one wanted to risk a member of their family being chosen as a replacement and so no actions were taken. Time passed. The twins grew. Though never speaking a word they communicated easily enough. A glance or a gesture was all that was needed for understanding, but the villagers kept their distance, superstitious and afraid.

When the day of the lottery came there was little surprise when Jared's and Jillian's names were drawn. Even their mother did not protest, though she knew it had not been a real lottery. Jared and Jillian smiled briefly and kissed their mother once on each cheek. Then they walked into the temple where their elders waited. The priest checked Jared and the priestess checked Jillian. It was declared that they were both healthy and intact.

Holy water bathed their bodies and sacred herbs brushed their skin. The festival was held but the pair did not mingle. When the time was right they donned sacrificial robes and were led through the village. No one was allowed to ridicule them or show any kind of disrespect. Most of the villagers were glad to see them go, but no one would show their contempt for the twins who were going forth in their place.

When Jared and Jillian were tied to the sacrificial stakes, they looked at each other and smiled. This was the day they had waited for. Now they would join the others.

The double doors groaned closed and the heavy wooden beam was lifted back into place for another decade. Fog rolled in, as the full moon shone overhead, and they could hear excitement in the woods beyond. Much like those who had gone before them, they had not resisted. Unlike those who had gone before them, they were not afraid.

Chills ran through their bodies as their breath misted in the air. Paws padded along the ground, disturbing little as they ghosted through the night. Movement was followed by stillness and each silence was pregnant with anticipation. The twins found strength in each other and neither showed fear.

Two forms materialized out of the fog. One moved deosil and the other widdershins, each cautiously circling their bound prey. Where there should have been fear, there was excitement. Where there should have been screaming, there was silence. Body language showed the great beasts were confused by the twin's courage and they poked their noses into white robes and snuffled about.

Three circles brought the wolves back to the front to look their prey in the eyes. Power glowed behind amber stares and the humans met their gazes without blinking. The fog grew thicker and wolf forms began to change. Joints popped and sinew crackled as muscle grew thick and tight. Each wolf assumed a humanoid form, in a handful of seconds. One filled out with female features where the other was obviously male.

Muscle rippled, bodies tensed, and the wolf beasts lunged forward. Strong arms slammed into the wood of the sacrificial poles and they stared hard into the eyes of their chosen victim. Four sets of eyes held steady in the tradition of primal challenge but none were willing to yield. Canine jaws closed around unprotected throats and the twins took deep breaths that could easily have been their last. Deadly fangs pressed dangerously against the surface of tender skin but drew back, offering instead the delicate caress of wet tongues.

The werewolves tasted their offerings and then nuzzled them in motions which rubbed musk onto purified skin. An unfamiliar scent filled the air and the human pair breathed deeply. There was something in the air neither brother nor sister knew but their bodies reacted in kind.

Jared felt lightheaded as a tingling sensation rippled through his bloodstream and out to his fingers and toes. Several swallows drew back the saliva that was filling his mouth and he felt hungry and strong. The beat of his heart became louder and he pulled at his bindings as his muscles filled with blood. An uncomfortable bulge began to push against the fabric of his white robes and his virginal mind wondered what was happening.

Jillian had begun to breathe heavily, as the strong male pressed against her. Dangerous claws moved slowly, tearing long lines down the front of her robe with the intense control of one who knew how to use them. As the cotton parted, the male dipped his great head and breathed in her scent.

The sudden warmth of his massive tongue caused the girl to gasp as the wolf lapped at her stomach. Powerful claws traced naked flesh and he licked the sweat off her belly. Jillian felt her body respond to this male's attention but she did not know why. No man had touched her delicate curves but this creature made her long for something primal and forbidden.

Jared felt pleasure and pain when the she-wolf pressed against him. Her pheromones made him dizzy and he strained against his bonds as his body burned with need. Pressure and heat were building in his loins but his hands were fastened securely behind his back. The she-wolf paced back and forth, rubbing her fur against his bulge and creating sensations he had only known by his own hand. This female, however, seemed to know the ways of a male's body and she would tease him into a state of unbearable hardness and then step away to watch him strain.

Jillian began panting. The male tasted her flanks, dragging his warm tongue along her legs, her ribs, and her small breasts. Sharp stabs of sensation played through her as he touched her with skilled paws. An openmouthed moan eased out of her and the male lunged. At first she thought he was going for her throat, but then his tongue pressed into her open mouth. The taste was not what she would have expected and found herself sucking his tongue and kissing his muzzle vigorously.

All of her attention was focused on his flavor when something warm pressed against her abdomen. Jillian let him slip from her mouth and stared in wide-eyed at the red flesh which slowly pushed up and out of its fury sheath. The organ throbbed in time with a heavy heartbeat, rising up to rest against the space between her legs.

Without thinking, Jillian began moving her hips, rubbing her labia along his length. It was warm, soft, and hard all in the same moment. The pulse of his life fluttered between her thighs and it made her desire things she had never considered before.

The she-wolf teased Jared until he was ready to burst, then she thrust her long tongue into his mouth. The sudden change of sensation made his head swim and he was surprised to find himself enjoying her taste. Claws dragged dangerously along his ribs and he shivered with the delicious anticipation of something more. Strong hands reached into his robes and felt the muscles along his chest and arms until she grabbed two fistfuls of white robe and tore them away. Claws drew blood and fangs bit into his neck.

The ropes and the robes that covered and bound Jillian were ripped away in an act of violence so sudden and controlled that it barely registered in her mind. Heavy claw tipped hands moved in under her armpits and swung her through the air. When she landed, Jillian was straddling the prone male and his glistening erection stared her nakedly in the face. Before she could think of what action to take, though, his muzzle parted her lower lips and his thick hot tongue slithered up into her.

Jillian let out a startled gasp and then squealed with delight. As her world began to spin she grabbed two fists full of his dark fur and held on tight. Strength and restraint slathered her nethers with tender attention. Heat built inside of Jillian as her world continued to spin. Before she could gather together any coherent thoughts, her cauldron boiled over and her first orgasm ripped through her.

Jared was painfully hard as the she-wolf drank his blood. Thrusting toward her did little good but when he jabbed her in the side she jerked back and let out a warning snarl. Jared growled back and the she-wolf ceased her aggressive pose, dropped to all fours, and paced around him. Slowly she completed her circle and she took a tentative lick of his manhood. No other person had ever touched Jared there before and it made him gasp and thrash.

Carefully, the she-wolf took him into her mouth, her muzzle easily encompassed his entire length and her tongue slid along the underside. Nimble licks slid along his scrotum and continued past until she had slithered part-way up his hind quarters. Fire exploded in Jared's mind causing him to wriggle and press toward her. Within moments, his virgin will crumbled and he released into her mouth with a tinny battle cry. The she-wolf easily swallowed all of it then drew slowly back, making sure to lick him clean.

Human minds swam in seas of primal lust but as Jillian's senses returned, she realized she was hungry. Without knowing why she took the werewolf's mighty offering in her tiny hands and then place the tip into her mouth. The male began to breathe heavily as the girl suckled and stroked. Inexperience filled her with anticipation but her little mouth played over him with nervous excitement.

The great wolf swelled, shuddered, and then began to twitch. Not knowing what was about to happen, the girl pulled back and looked at him curiously. A blast of hot liquid splashed onto her face but some landed in her mouth and she decided that she liked the taste. As more spurted to the surface, Jillian wrapped her mouth over the opening and drank as much of him as she could.

The she-wolf stood and looked her offering in the eye. Wild urges forced Jared to struggle against the bonds that held him. Human lips pealed back in a savage snarl as he snapped at the creature he desired as his mate. Somehow the she-wolf seemed to grin at him. This mocking body language fueled the fire in his body. Muscles bulged under the effort and he bared his teeth. Spitting and growling like an animal, he fought against his bonds, trying desperately to get at the female that was just outside his reach.

Jillian rolled off her werewolf and fell to the ground. Warm liquid filled her insides and dripped down her outside. Curious fingers ran over her cum covered body and found she liked the slickness. She cupped her breasts and slid her seed-slick fingers over her nipples. Breathy moans escaped as she explored. One hand travel between her legs and she stroked her grooves and ridges, reveling in the thrill of places she was warned to avoid.

The great male watched as the young female's body open to him. Shivers of delight caused her to roll onto her belly and he moved forward in natural response. His tongue slathered her presented hind-quarters and she made appreciative noises at his efforts. When he paused, she began to whine. As her body called for him, he brought his middle finger to her opening. He plunged the digit into her and his knuckles stretched her hymen wide enough to prepare the way.

Jillian squeaked from the sudden shock and then her wolf withdrew. Nerves stung and were raw to the touch but she realized there had not been the pain that had been promised by the elders. Her wolf returned to lap at her discomfort. The unpleasant sting became a delicious ache that danced with her pleasure. Again she began to breathe more deeply and the anticipation for more of his touch made her groan with joy.

Fur began to grow on Jared's arms and legs as his fingernails lengthened into claws. The scent of the she-wolf became stronger as his perceptions sharpened and his struggle became more intense. The she-wolf mocked him, stretching languidly just out of reach as she raised her tail. Two fingers moved to her sex and began rubbing her lower lips.

Pheromones wafted over the boy and lust drew him erect. He was entranced, unable to look away as she pleasured herself. He had to escape his bonds! He needed to plunge himself into her! He needed to fill her belly with his pups! The struggle began anew.

Jillian writhed on the ground as her wolf sat back to watch. Fur had begun to sprout from her arms as her fingernails grew into claws. She felt her ribs shift as her internal organs grew. Muscle rippled and swelled, gaining strength where before she had been weak. The bones in her pelvis and hips grew dense and then began to widen with an intensity that caused another orgasm to scream through her body and out into the night.

Muscles swelled throughout Jared's body and his shoulders widened by over a foot. The ropes which bound him cut into his flesh, drawing blood and agony to the surface until they finally burst from the strain. The sudden release caused him to fall forward onto his hands and knees. Part of him wanted to surge forward but his legs cramped as they lengthened and shifted. Tendons in his limbs changed from human to canine and the blend of pleasure and pain held him fast. An ache in his jaw made him cough and then roar as his bones shifted forward and a wolf's snout formed. Senses sharpened and he looked up. The female was displaying herself for him … tail lifted, in heat, and ready to mate.

Jillian rolled onto her hands and knees as her body lengthened and bulged. The curves of a proper woman filled out the gawky limbs and half-formed breasts. The she-wolf formed around those blossoming features, growing her tail bone until it could wag, and sprouting more fur. Dainty ears pointed and pulled back as her face pushed forward.

More changes washed over her, a mixture of pleasure and pain so fierce that she felt her mind fracturing into madness. The powerful alpha male seemed to sense her distress and he crawled over her to begin licking her spine. Jillian mewled; arching her back and instinctively raising her new tail. The massive tongue glided over her presented rear and then his bulk pressed down as he mounted her. Moisture slicked her folds, eager to receive his mass but there was too much of him to take in all at once. Slowly, his tip spread her lips. Carefully he gave her an inch. With tortuously deliberate discipline, he worked his way inside.

Jared was not so gentle. Instinct coiled his body into a spring and he leapt onto the she-wolf's back. Jaws clamped onto the back of her neck he pushed himself into her body. The she-wolf's anticipation made his entry effortless and he thrust excitedly. Again, his virgin will was overwhelmed by the heat of her slick canal and the last of his human cum blasted into her.

This release did not stop him, though, and he continued plunging, drawing the weak human seed out as his body prepared for the release of a stronger generation. Emerging fur spread along his growing scrotum and the testicles within enlarged. There was no lack of blood flow to keep him hard and he continued with a maddened vigor he could not control.

Jillian whined loudly as part of her alpha pulsed in her little opening. Though she was still growing larger, she would break if he suddenly lunged forward. Desire strained as his control slipped and he gained a little depth. Jillian spread her legs as wide as she could manage in an effort to make more room.

The male drew back and painstakingly wedged himself further into her channel. The she-wolf called out as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Saliva dripped into a puddle as her body continued increasing in size. Flesh pressed against flesh, which yielded as her canal grew, accepting more of him into her. The deeper she became, the more he moved.

Jared's manhood was not yet enough to please the she-wolf but it continued to change. She grinned at how cute his vigor was but she knew it was only a matter of moments. As his bulk increased, they both felt the bliss of his member growing inside her. With every thrust of his body he enlarged. Every time she felt him plunge a little deeper, her pleasure rose. His size increased and the natural shape of his head purged the human seed out. New seed would fertilize her.

Jillian rocked her hips and continued straining to draw her mate into her. The great male started to growl and she could feel his hard muscles as he gripped her bottom. Fur thickened and her breasts grew and began swaying in time with her movements. Under the main pair, two smaller sets were growing, preparing for the pups they would need to feed.

Jared finished plunging his old human essence out of his mate and he was large enough for her muscles to grip him. Pleased grunts and primal growls told him his she-wolf was finally enjoying the ride and her pleasure invigorated him. A new sensation formed at the base of his shaft where a knot was slowly growing and it caused their connection to grow tighter and tighter until it finally caught.

The she-wolf's muscles clenched and Jared was unable to fully pull out. Instinct still caused him to thrust forward and somehow she seemed to grow tighter around him. Her heat seared his skin and spread through his veins until he could not hold back any longer.

Jillian pressed back against the knot and felt her body yield to its bulk. The massive organ spread her open and she pushed hard against him in her mindless struggle to feel more. A frenzy of lust overloaded her reason and she tumbled over the hill of one orgasm, through a blissful valley, and then quickly up into another. Convulsion after convulsion ripped through her drawing out whimpers and howls. Finally, she felt him begin to shudder and twitch again. She knew what was coming this time and she welcomed his heat.

Werewolf seed erupted into the hunger of fertile wombs. Passion filled the night as an ecstatic choir howled their praises to the moon and sky. Liquid vitality pulsed from male to mate, sapping what remained of their strength. Muscles clenched until all involved quivered and collapsed into piles of enlightened bliss. Seeds swam forth to plant themselves into fertile flesh. New lives began. The ritual was complete.

Four forms rose shakily onto lupine feet and moved into a night that was full of wonders. The pack had grown a little bigger and fresh pups would be born in the spring. Behind them the poles would stand empty for another decade. When another offering appeared they would return to claim them. The ritual would be conducted and life would continue. But that … would be another story.

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This story, and others like it, can be found in Monsters & Matrons: Under the Quiet Moon