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[b][u][center]Alliance by Moonlight

For Rayoelgatubelo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Her name was Cleopatra. Cleopatra VII Philopator. She was the ruler of Egypt, she was the Queen of the Nile, and she was currently wrapped in a carpet to be dragged into a hidden meeting.

“This is not a good idea.”

Cleopatra had to agree with her bodyguard. A number of risks would be taken this night, but they were risks that would secure the Kingdom of Egypt against those that would threaten it. Her brother was already tearing it apart in his wars, and the power of Alexander’s descendants, while faded, was still a potent worry. To ignore them, as he did, would be folly of the greatest order.

Perhaps the worst threat was the man whom she would meet tonight. At his order, legions marched and died, and unlike her brother, Ptolemy, he had a head on his shoulders that wasn’t so easily deceived. At his word, and his command, the power of Rome had expanded like few powers in history, further than the reach of her own throne, and far further than the reach of any other ally she might call on.

The power of Caesar was immense...but it was not unshakeable.

Her thoughts were scattered as she was adjusted in the carpet, grunting as she settled down on the shoulders of her bodyguard. She grumbled to herself.

“Stop jostling me around.”

“A carpet shifts and slides, like the vipers of the sand. I have to keep moving it around.”

She wanted to complain, and were it anyone else, she would have. But Eclipse…

Cleopatra still remembered the night when Eclipse showed her that there would be no denying her orders. No fighting back against the bodyguard’s rules. The show of teeth that night...it had been sufficient to quell any rebellion. Even these days, the Queen of the Nile was, in many ways, ruled by the Sand Bitch.

She settled back into her thoughts, doing her best to ignore the jostling and shifting that kept happening. Were it not for the fact that she could not be seen this night, she would never have come up with this particular disguise. It was bouncy and rough, and she doubted that she would get out of this with less than a dozen bruises.

Yet, at the same time, the carpet completely covered her, leaving more than a hand span of room between her toes and the bottom of the roll, and twice as much at her head. As long as she didn’t move, or react to the constant shifting of position, nobody would know that it was her in the rug.

Nor would they know that Eclipse, her muscular bodyguard, was anyone other than ‘Apollodorus the Sicilian’, a mercenary that had been tasked to bring something to the visiting general. She knew that Eclipse could easily be disguised as a man, with her thick musculature, and the armor that had been borrowed from one of the barracks was sufficient to complete the disguise, as long as nobody looked too long at the warrior’s face.

[i]Not very likely, considering her looks.[/i]

A sudden bump nearly knocked the air from her lungs, and the timing nearly left the queen convinced that her bodyguard had learned to read minds.

[i]Can’t be very much further…[/i]

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Somehow, she’d fallen asleep during the trip, and woke up to the sound of rough voices. She lifted her head, then froze as she realized that she was still in the carpet.

No swords poked through, so her disguise was still safe, at least for the moment. She kept herself as quiet as possible, perking up an ear to try and catch the sounds of the speakers. It wasn’t the language of the Romans, which she knew, but something rougher, coarser, almost barking in nature. She almost wished it were; she could have understood that, as well.

From the repeated word ‘intruder’, it sounded as though the guards didn’t wish to let ‘Apollodorus’ through to see their ruler. She bit her lips, feeling the muscles around her carpet tighten. It wasn’t a good thing to block her bodyguard for long, and if this kept up -

A third voice, much louder - and clearer - than the two speaking before reached her ears. It said something about departing, and the other voices stopped. She heard the clatter of spears, and then they were on the move again.

Through the tiny hole at the top of the rug, she could barely make out the sights of thin curtains falling behind them as they stepped through doorway after doorway. Eventually, they passed through two empty rooms - likely where the guards would be, if any extra were on duty - and stepped into the central chamber of the Roman palace.

“Hail Caesar.”

Eclipse’s salute was as short as it was abrupt, clipped off almost before it started. Cleopatra smiled. Though her guard disapproved of this action, it was one of the few times that they both agreed such a dangerous course was necessary. That didn’t mean that she would go along with it easily.

“I see a soldier with a rug. Yet, I do not recall having called for one.”

“Yet it is a marvelous one, brought to you in secret for its value.”

“Perhaps you should unroll it, so I may see it in all its splendor.”

[i]Anything to get me out of this…[/i]

She endured the soft thud of the ground as she was rolled off of Eclipse’s shoulder, and braced herself as she was slowly unrolled. The carpet took nearly a minute to be completely undone, and as queen, she forced herself to endure each thudding, thumping movement as quietly as she could.

Soon enough, the carpet was rolled away, and she laid on her back at the end of it. Seated on a lounging chair not far away was Julius Caesar himself, just as she remembered him. Pale in skin, looking like a ghost amidst her own people, and with a face that looked more like a block than the more narrow, angular faces of his countrymen.

But it was his eyes that held everyone’s attention. Hard, black eyes, that stared into the soul and demanded more than could ever be given, they were the eyes of a conqueror. No. Of a predator.

The Queen of the Nile smiled, lifting herself upwards. Her earlier choice to be wrapped up without clothes seemed to be paying off, as the great general of Rome looked at her with more and more interest as she sat up. Her breasts, covered in little more than the scarcest paint, bounced softly as she came to a stop, and her painted lips glimmered as she pursed them.

“I greet you, Caesar of Rome, and bid you welcome to the lands of Egypt.”

“Cleopatra. I did not expect someone of your...family...to meet me here, let alone yourself. And such a method of entrance.”

“To be remembered, a queen must have a strong presence.”

“And a strong sense of self-preservation.”

His eyes flicked over to Eclipse, and the queen quickly waved her bodyguard off to the side. Better not to reveal all of her secrets just yet.

As her burly bodyguard shifted away, Cleopatra lifted herself to her feet. She took her time, letting the general see her body in all its glory. Her oiled skin, a necessity in her land, left her shimmering in the torchlight as she walked. She wove her way to his seat, and took a perch upon the raised section.

The fact that it pressed between her legs was not lost on him, and she smiled as his clothes seemed to shift in response. Despite that, he was focused as he turned his attention to her.

“You’ve risked a great deal, coming here in secret. Why is that?”

“I have little time, so I will be as direct as possible.”

“I have always appreciated that.”

“My brother, Ptolemy, is hardly the ruler that Egypt needs. Between myself and him, we are bleeding my lands dry. The soldiers, the farmers, the merchants; everyone pays into our conflict, and no one wins.”

“Ptolemy is no fool. Why does he continue this?”

“To rule, unopposed.”

“I had suspected. To rob me of the chance to deal with Pompey…”

“Such a thing was inevitable. We have ruled together for a long time, Caesar, but he has decided that there no longer needs to be a Queen of the Nile, not when there may be a king. And should he take the throne -”

“Then the power of the southern lands will fall to him. With his supporters in Rome, then he will come for me.”

“As you see, Ptolemy must fall for both our survival.”

“That speaks as to why you came here. But not why I should listen. What gains do I receive, to pull you out of a pit you’ve fallen into?”

[i]You knew he would ask…[/i] As was only proper, of course. The difficulties of any ruler came in how they worked, how much prudence they could apply to a given situation. A kind ruler was loved, but seldom lasted long. A pragmatic ruler, while not always loved, lasted far longer than those that gave in to any plea.

“You believe that Ptolemy will bleed himself dry, fighting me, and he will make an easier opponent in the process?”

“It would not be the first time. He’s stubborn enough to dash himself against those rocks until he has nothing left.”

“But I am not.”

His head whipped from her breasts to her face, and she nearly shivered at the glare he sent her way. Nearly. She forced herself to smile.

“My brother has many desires...and few capable of fulfilling them. Should I not receive your aid, I will throw myself upon his mercy, and take what little power I may from that. Then he will have all I have, and all he has, without the fighting to weaken us further. And then, he will come for you.”

“What has stopped you so far?”

“Hope. Hope that I can have someone that will allow me my freedom, the chance to rule...and someone who shares my own desires.”

It was a bluff, of course. To submit to Ptolemy again, to surrender and give in to what he wanted, would be akin to committing suicide. Her brother wouldn’t dare to let her leave again. He would throw her into his dungeons, and bind her with the ancient chains of silver that were taken from the far lands. She would never escape, and he would use her until she had nothing left to her.

But Caesar didn’t know that, or at least, she was sure that he didn’t. He knew her people only as depraved individuals, ones that would commit anything in the pursuit of pleasure and ambition. Let that thought linger, she prayed, and leave him open to her suggestions.

He turned away, his hand pressing to his chin as he thought. She leaned forward, feeling the soft cotton that covered the couch pressing up between her legs. The coolness of night left it a comfort to her in more ways than one, and she found herself pressing against it. Forcing herself back before Caesar could notice, she waited.

The silence stretched on for nearly an hour, with the general standing up and pacing back and forth across the room. The moon started to rise in the background, and she could feel the heat that it brought with it burning on her back. Silver glimmers came through the windows, and she bit her lip even as her teeth began to curve.

“I do not offer merely my kingdom, Caesar.”

He turned, gesturing for her to continue. She slid down the couch, smiling even as her teeth started to change, the tips turning to points and the roots digging deeper. Her eyes shifted, and she knew he had seen the change to gold.

“I offer myself...in this form, and the next.”

“The next?”

“Rugs aren’t the only things I slip out of.”

Her back arched as the change snatched her, pulling her head back as she let out a deep, loud moan from the power of the moon. It ran through her veins like white fire, burning through her humanity. What little of it she had left, after all these years…

She fell backwards, writhing more than she needed to in order to keep his attention. Her legs kicked at the couch, dragging her heels through the cushions as she almost fell off of it. She never did, her balance strong even in this transitory state, but she played up the peril, even as she felt her bones cracking, shifting, changing in shape.

Her fingers found their way down her body, running down over her belly even as the fur began to grow in, a light gray that was an immediate departure from the glow of her skin. It spread outwards, following the path of her fingers downwards, as well as swelling upwards towards her chest.

Through it all, Caesar looked at her with surprising control, only the minute widening of his eyes the slightest clue as to his shock.

“A new form…”

“Yes...For you, if you take my - AH! - my deal…”

Her fingers slipped between her legs, one hand rubbing around her sex while the other dove into it. Cleopatra leaned her head back, almost falling off of the couch again as she felt the heat burning within her, spreading from her sex out towards her legs. Her fur grew in faster, faster, spreading like the prickling heat through her body. Gray and lighter fur spread across her stomach and inner thighs, while her arms and legs quickly sprouted fur of a slightly darker hue.

She fingered herself rapidly and deeply, keeping the foreign ruler’s attention on her as she pushed herself harder, further than she normally would. She arched her back as the transformation rolled up her spine, and then out towards her chest. Her nipples hardened quickly, so fast that she could feel them pulling up, standing out, becoming almost more like teats than the small things that she had been showing off.

Her breasts caught up quickly, filling and pushing upwards and forward. Reluctantly, she lifted one hand to them, propping one of them up so that Caesar had a perfect view, a perfect contrast of how much bigger it was. No longer a mere handful, but big enough to spill out of her grip...and all his, if he would take her deal.

Her breath came faster, faster as the transformation ran down her legs, across her arms. Little bits of muscle came to her, filling out the lean limbs, but never making them huge. She had not been blessed with that physique in either form, but she could feel a greater strength than her human form would ever have. Her fingers curled tight around her breast, and as she released it, she let him see the darkening of her nails, the slow growth that pulled them to sharp points.

“You stand like a wolf...Like -”

“Like your legends.”

She grunted as the change slammed into her legs, starting to pull at her ankles. They dragged upwards, her flesh and her bones shifting to a more bestial shape. A glance down showed feet that would never fit in any pair of sandals, as the ball of her foot fattened up, spreading outwards in a wider pattern, while her arch and her heel lifted up and away. Her legs thinned towards that point, leaving it with an odd grace, but one that she used.

Giving up the battle with her balance, she slid down the side of the couch, reclining with her changed legs over Caesar’s lap. He reached out slowly, touching her as if he couldn’t believe she was real.

She allowed it, taking some small, soothing comfort from the strokes on her legs as the transformation continued.

Lifting her back as her tail started to come in, she spread her legs a little further, letting him see her damp, pink sex through her fur. His eyes immediately locked on it, and she spread it with her fingers, letting him see into her most private areas.

“This will be yours...the body of a Queen...the ferocity of a wolf...tamed for your pleasures…”

It was a gamble, but one that she was willing to make. His reputation from some of his earlier campaigns, of being a bottom boy for others, was something that he had never entirely shaken. To have the queen of another people under him, to be able to show this strength of his own, would give him a great deal in return.

Her slight smirk cut off as her paws finished forming, and the change rushed back up her body. As her hands morphed to paws as well, and her breasts were covered in a downy fur, the gray spread up to her neck. Her heart beat like a hammer on an anvil, fast and hard, and she felt a little blood running down her throat as her teeth sharpened in her mouth.

She held her tongue back out of long experience as the change came over her head and her face. Slowly, she felt her nose getting pushed forward, and her lips followed as if tugged by a slave tether. Further, further it went, distorting her face with a long, but powerful wolf muzzle, coming to a narrow point as her nose blackened and flattened out at the end of her face.

As it gained more space, her tongue started to change as well. She opened her mouth wide, ostensibly in a moan as she started fingering herself again, but more to let Caesar see the changes. Flat, clean teeth had become wolfen fangs, and her tongue was slowly widening, lengthening down the whole length of her muzzle. She could feel it running against the edges of her fangs before finally lolling out past the edge of them, hanging down in a pant.

Caesar did not say a word through it all, acting every inch the impassive ruler...but she could feel his excitement beneath her legs. She said nothing, but inside, she smiled. Her plan was working.

As her ears slowly ran to the top of her head, lengthening and taking on points, she let her tail wag in contentment. The worst was over, and the rest...was pleasure.

Her back arched as the transformation finished, her muzzle fully grown as she let out a howl. The deep room of the palace would keep anyone from hearing it, and she had no doubts that Eclipse would handle anyone that might tell tales.

The wolfen cry echoed through the room for a few seconds afterwards, and she smiled at the sound of it. The cry of a pack was something that she missed; for too long it had been merely her and her brother, and the occasional thrall that the pair of them had turned. Now...now, she had a chance for something new.

But how would he react?

She slowly pulled herself back onto the edge of the couch, perching on her haunches with her legs intentionally spread. Her juices ran down along the edge of the couch, soaking it, but she didn’t care. As long as she kept his attention, interested him enough, it was worth it.

Caesar remained silent for another minute or two before looking up at her face again. He opened his mouth, closed it again, searching for words.

“This is...a strange power, Cleopatra.”

“It is the power of the moon, Caesar of Rome. The power that Rome was built on, and the power that has let me and mine stand for as long as we have.”

“Romulus and Remus...The legends were true?”

“Yes.”

[i]Though not in the way that you were ever taught…[/i] She smiled, thinking of how those brothers had a relationship not dissimilar to her own with Ptolemy, then brought herself back to the moment.

“I bear the same power...and in addition to my body, and my lands, I offer it to you. Give me your power to keep my people together, and I will give you the ancient link to the founders of Rome itself. You will never be beaten; you will never have anyone else with a stronger claim than your own. All I ask...is the freedom to care for my people.”

She locked her eyes with his, watching him think. After so many weeks studying him, learning his past, his exploits, his desires, Cleopatra had been sure that this plan had a strong chance of succeeding, but now...now she wasn’t so sure. The dark eyes of the Roman general gave few clues as to what he was thinking, and now, she had an idea of what it felt like to be on the opposite side of the battlefield from him.

[i]There is no knowing what is on his mind…[/i]

Nevertheless, she remained there, on display, quiet, passive. If he wished to show strength, she would let him. If he wished her to seem his lesser, she would allow that. Pride had gotten her into more problematic situations than it had gotten her out of.

Eclipse had beaten that into her often enough for her to remember.

Caesar finally reached out, and his thick, callused finger sliding over her sex was both stimulating and painful at the same time. He forced it inside, watching her face.

She didn’t move an inch.

“You bring a great deal to the bargaining table, Queen of the Nile.”

“I bring what I can. I know you have much already, and I must match it.”

“You know me well.”

He slid his finger out of her, only to slide a second in. She bit her lip as the rough skin pressed against her inner walls, the almost brutish way he filled her more stimulating than she wanted to admit, particularly as his palm came up against her clit. In and out, in and out they went, the only sound in the room the soft, wet smacks of his hand against her sex. For almost a minute, he continued in silence, before finally speaking again.

“Your brother has this power?”

“Yes…”

“Then I will take it. Ptolemy will not have any greater claim than I, and if the strength of the wolf be upon him, then I will take it for my own, and use it to show him who the true ruler is.”

She smiled to herself, though it was broken as he ripped his fingers out of her. It was a rough move, and one that reminded her that he hadn’t trimmed his nails for a while; they might as well have been claws.

But as he stood up, slowly disrobing, she knew that she had won. He would take her body, her kingdom, and she would take his heart and his soul. Over time, she would get back everything that she had given, and with interest.

A better bargain could not have been made.

Still, she admitted that she could have picked someone far less appealing to give her body to. At least Caesar was of fit shape and a fair tone. His body was not so scarred as some of the soldiers she had seen, nor was it fat and flabby as many of the northern elite seemed to be. Instead, he was like a rock, hard and broad, and very sizeable where it mattered.

She stood up and joined him, taking his shaft in her paw. It was large even when soft, and the flesh was warm and eager between her fingers. He didn’t gasp when she started to tease it, nor did he moan.

“You know what you deserve.”

“Yes. And you know what you have to do.”

“Yes…”

Knowing he would need some pleasure before the bite, she went to her knees, slowly dragging her tongue over his shaft. She felt him throb, warm and stiffening beneath her tongue, and felt it start to rise. The queen smiled, letting go over the base and using her more dexterous, longer tongue to drag it up and down, letting the general’s cock bounce along his sac with each lick.

It didn’t take long to see his stony facade start to melt, particularly as his shaft started rising faster and faster. Her long, canine tongue had a great deal of experience, though not usually with human shafts; it rubbed and stroked along the length, pulling it higher and higher until the thick member was pointed towards the ceiling. It no longer rose and fell, but bobbed eagerly in anticipation of each successive lick.

Dragging her tongue from the base to the tip, she left a line of saliva behind before closing her lips around the head. She smiled at the soft, musky taste that was left there - the great Caesar had obviously been without attention for some time - before dragging her tongue along the head.

Finally, she was rewarded with a grunt. A simple grunt, nothing more than the slightest expression of pleasure, but it was something. She chuckled, slowly pulling her head back. Giving the head one last swirl of her tongue, she cocked her head to the side.

“Are you ready for the gift of the wolf, Caesar of Rome?”

“Yes. Give me your strength.”

“This will hurt.”

“I am Caesar. I can take it.”

“As you say.”

She stood up and pulled him close. It would have to be a quick bite; if he was the sort that morphed as quickly as Eclipse, then there would be a problem if she lingered. The last time that happened, she’d almost lost some of her fangs when the other had pulled away.

Cleopatra bit down hard on his shoulder, her fangs digging into his flesh. He bit off a grunt, even as she felt some of his blood breaking through the skin, running down his shoulder. The harsh, metallic taste filled her muzzle, speaking to her instincts, but she ignored it. She couldn’t linger. With a grunt of her own, she pushed herself back, and waited.

The blood ran from the holes in his shoulder for almost five seconds before they started closing up. Caesar’s legs shook, but he steeled them without any effort to each for support. At the same time, she could see that iron control in his eyes fading, warring with a building fire.

“What...what’s happening…”

“You will become a wolf. And then, I will care for you.”

She laid herself back, spreading her legs again as she took her position on the rug from earlier. He stared at her, his attention rapt on her sex, but this time, his hunger was far more plain. He took a step forward -

“Agh!”

And wrapped his arms around him. His pale skin was rapidly darkening, filling in with a pelt that Anubis himself would have envied. The black fur spread quickly, and with it rippled lines of muscle, waves of power that seemed to fit a soldier of his stature. Cleopatra licked her lips, already imagining how he would feel atop her when he finally reached the end of his transformation.

Shockingly, he managed another step, despite going through his first shift. As his toes came down on the ground, his foot cracked, the heel staying up in the air while the toes gripped the floor. He growled, the sound reverberating through the room as his ankle lifted higher and higher, the black curls of his new claws digging into the ground as he collected himself for another step.

Crack went his other leg, muscle and fur spreading up from his shifting feet in equal measure. His legs were already thicker than hers, but they were growing still, getting thicker, bulkier...and longer. He was getting taller by the second, the transformation granting him much in the way of physicality, and Cleopatra wondered just how far it would go before it ended.

Her fingers found their way back to her sex, rubbing at it, teasing it as her new partner took yet another step towards her. Despite his shaky balance, he managed it even as his tail began to grow, slithering out into view and pointing back and out. Not the happy wag of a dog about to be satisfied, but the aggressive, slightly splayed tail of one that was about to fight, about to assert his dominance. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t move.

His chest was already dark with his fur when the muscles came to it, popping into place all over him. His pecs burst forward, looking like armor rather than muscle, and the same happened around his abdomen. He widened outwards in a more obvious V shape, and she shivered as she realized how powerful he was becoming.

Her eyes darted downwards, her fingers moving faster and faster as she watched the change advance on his manhood. The already thick shaft continued to grow, a streak of red running from the base towards the tip. It spread out like veins across his member, covering it more and more until the whole thing looked more like the pink-red cock of a canine than that of a human.

And then...then it grew.

Like a stalk sprouting from the ground, Caesar’s cock grew further and further from his groin. From a good eight inches, it grew to ten, then to twelve. Her body ached in anticipation of it as it broke the foot-long mark, and then continued, getting thicker at the same time.

It finally slowed at fifteen inches long, and she trembled as she imagined it sliding inside of her. Even in wolf form, that would feel huge. She didn’t look further down; she knew that the knot was forming, and she knew if she saw that, she would lose her nerve.

Instead, she looked up. His eyes, dark as ever, were wild with the fires of lust. There was no control left there, no power of restraint, no calculating mind. It was only the need of a beast, the need that she had planted there.

[i]And now I have to fulfill that.[/i]

She spread her legs, and as his face began its transformation, he pounced. He soared through the air and landed over her, his cock impaling her on the first thrust, and she let out a shriek of pain and pleasure.

“My Queen -”

“Stay! Don’t interfere!”

She hoped that Eclipse would listen. The last thing she needed was for this to go wrong. Cleopatra wrapped her legs around the bigger werewolf’s hips - he was so much bigger now, in all sorts of ways - and held on for the ride.

It was almost like being held beneath a horse rather than beneath another person, his greater bulk and hard body making it difficult to enjoy it as much as she wanted. His huge cock pushed deep inside of her, breaking all the boundaries that had been set by her brother and her other playthings, ramming past her womb and deep inside of her. It ached, it broke so many things…

And a part of her loved it. She rocked her hips to meet him, taking it deep, feeling it running through her in a way that nothing else ever had. It hurt, it ripped, it tore, it stretched; it was the epitome of conquest, breaking through her body’s defenses and ruining all that it touched. It would take her days to heal from this…

His knot slapped against her as she watched him, looking at his face as it continued to change. His teeth came first, cutting into his lips as he snarled and growled. He bit at her, and she dodged it, moving her head left and right as the bestial commander tried to snare her. Another time, she would allow it, but not on his first change, not when he had no control of himself, where he could kill them both.

His teeth grew longer and sharper as his face stretched out, his fair lips darkening, growing wet and rubbery in front of her before his muzzle started pushing it out. He slavered and drooled as he rutted her, covering her face with his spit and other things.

“My Queen…”

“It’s almost...done…”

She could feel it, his knot battering at her harder and harder, trying to break down her last bit of defenses. He was so deep inside that his shaft never pulled out of her womb, fucking it as much as the rest of her. His juices ran out of her, running over her other hole, dribbling over her tail and soaking it in his need.

She wished she could say that she was enduring it, but it was more than that. The roughness, the power, the strength of his body...it left her as lightheaded as it left her broken.

Cleopatra weakly rocked herself back against him, watching his eyes darken, his ears running up the sides of his head. His claws raked over her back as he held her to him, leaving hot lines in her flesh, burning and aching.

But it was his knot that she was focused on.

It was bigger than anything she had ever pressed near her, and that was saying something. Ptolemy and one thrall had taken her at the same time once, and their two knots together hadn’t been as large as this. It would break her, she knew, break her and leave her hurting for days…

But she had to take it.

She pushed, grinding against it every time he slammed forward, feeling it stretching her further, further every time. It hurt, and she could feel small teardrops running down her face, but she had to take it. Had to -

With one final push, it slammed in, and she screamed at the top of her lungs. There was no stopping it; she could feel her sex, even in wolf form, ripping open as if she had given birth to twins at the same time. Her scream echoed around her, until it was finally silenced by Caesar’s howl.

It was a high, keening sound, cutting through anything else, leaving her whimpering and covering her ears afterwards. It was the sound of a wolf that had beaten another in a fight, had become the new alpha. She shuddered, feeling a twinge of fear run through her. Her plan had been to take him, to turn him, to thrall him…

But what if he proved too strong to handle?

He turned as his howl came to an end, his size letting him move when her bodyweight should have kept him pinned. Cleopatra scrambled for a handhold as the new werewolf dragged her along by his dick, yelping and grunting from the sheer discomfort of having something so large pulling at her insides.

“Now, my Queen?”

“Yes!”

There was a flicker of shadow as the other woman leaped forward, wolfing out faster than the eye could follow. Before Caesar could make it to the door, a great brown werewolf stood in front of him, as bare as he was, with a golden eye hanging from a piercing at her belly button. She crossed her arms as the dark werewolf looked her over.

Cleopatra took the moment of stillness to reach down to her sex, rubbing it to try and comfort it after the beating it had taken. Even the slightest touch brought her pain, though, and she could see blood on her fingers as she pulled them away.

[i]He was bigger than I thought…[/i]

Glancing down at her body, she could still see the size of his bulge, the massive length leaving a definite bump in her stomach. She reached for it, and paused, pulling her hand back instead. The last thing she needed to do was give him more -

“Awooooooooooooooo!”

The loud, high howl cut at her ears again before Caesar swiped a paw through the air. Her bodyguard ducked at the last second and darted in, driving a punch into his side. It left him backpedaling, almost stomping on her in the process and dragging her around at a whole new angle.

“No, don’t -”

Her command went unheard as the two bigger werewolves clashed, one of them slamming into the other and turning the room into a spinning whirlwind of fur, claws, and blood. Cleopatra yelped and cried as she was kept knotted for almost a minute, swung around by the momentum between the pair of them. She was battered against couch and floor and wall, beaten and bruised until -

Pop.

The knot just popped out of her. It was hardly shrunken at all, and her own howl cut through the room as she went flying head over heels towards the couch again. She hit it hard, the furniture flipping over, and she banged her head against the floor.

[i]Ugh...so much pain…[/i]

She could feel her body struggling to heal itself, as all weres would, but she knew it wouldn’t be coming anytime soon. Not with the damage that she’d taken. Struggling to even crawl, she dragged herself up to look over the couch.

Eclipse and Caesar were locked in combat, her bodyguard sporting several new slashes under her eyes, and Caesar having a few along his chest and neck. Neither of them bled, at least not much; they were healing quickly.

As Eclipse ducked under a punch that left a crater in the stone wall, and Caesar growled as he was punched under the arm, Cleopatra shuddered.

[i]It wasn’t supposed to go this way…[/i] In her plan, Caesar would have transformed, and then gotten too tired after his round with her to continue any mischief that night. It had been a good plan; most people couldn’t go more than a round or two with her on the best nights of their lives, and the transformation usually took a great deal out of a person anyway.

Unless they were like Eclipse, or like Caesar.

She imagined the great black werewolf running loose through the city, or worse, escaping to plague Egypt in general. The idea was horrifying, not just for the loss of lives - which would be substantial - but for the political ramifications. Ptolemy would be able to use it to completely strip her of the power that she had left, and Rome would become his in little more than a year with its greatest general wolfed out like this.

She had to do something, and fast.

As the deadly dance between the werewolves continued, they spun around the room, breaking piece after piece of it in their struggle. It went on and on, until finally Caesar faced towards her again.

[i]I don’t believe it…[/i]

“Oh, you ripped it out…”

As Eclipse ranted about having her piercing ripped out, Cleopatra was more focused on the fact that Caesar had been fighting with his member still at full erection. It throbbed and bounced almost like it was moving to his heartbeat, the tip damp and wet with his fluids, and the base soaked with her blood. It was monstrous...but it showed where his attention still was.

The Queen reached down to herself, feeling her gaping hole. It had been filled so deeply that she hadn’t felt his seed until now, but as the salty goo ran out of her, she cringed and winced further. To think that he had done that in one go...and now she was contemplating a return trip to so much pain…

CRACK!

She whipped her head back up, seeing Caesar knocked off of his feet. He skidded across the floor, only to pull himself up before Eclipse could pin him. The bleeding-bellied female growled, raking her claws across his face twice as she pushed him back.

“Tear out my one bit of jewelry, will you?! Not satisfied with breaking the queen, you want to try and break me? Good luck. You’ll need it!”

Even Cleopatra winced at some of the blows that Eclipse was landing on the Roman wolf, seeing his nose break and his chest get bruised pretty badly by her punches. It seemed like maybe she wouldn’t have to surrender again.

The beating continued for almost a minute before the black wolf caught Eclipse by the wrist. His other hand slipped under her guard and got her neck, wrapping around it and squeezing tight. Slowly, ever so slowly, he lifted her off of the ground, even as she wrapped her hands around her neck as well.

The size difference was clear, and Cleopatra knew that Eclipse couldn’t win, not here. Not when Caesar had finally gotten his grip.

[i]This is going to hurt…[/i]

Wincing the whole way, she ran out from behind the couch and leaped onto the dark wolf’s back. His fur was bristly from the fight, spiky with sweat, and she winced as she wrapped her legs around him. Her toes danced over his member accidentally as she climbed up, and forced her damp fingers against his nose.

He suddenly went still, his nostrils flaring wide. She felt a deep growl start in his chest, and - as she was using his crotch for a foothold - she felt a pulse of life go through his shaft.

“You...know this...is a bad...idea…”

“I know...but what choice do we have?”

Cleopatra sighed in resignation as Caesar let her bodyguard go. Even as the female hit the floor, he was already turning, grabbing her, pulling her towards his crotch. The Queen closed her eyes, bracing herself, but nothing could have prepared her for that a second time.

She bit down on her arm to stifle her scream as he ripped through her body, breaking down what little healing had happened as he filled her to the brim. His knot, barely softened in the slightest, slammed past her gaping hole and filled her as well, popping in and out with every thrust.

Eclipse crawled over to her, staring warily at Caesar.

“We should kill him.”

“No! He’s too useful...it’s just for one night.”

“And if he’s as bad next month?”

“Then...then we decide then. But at least we’ll have a month.”

“You’re bleeding badly.”

“I’ll live through it.”

She forced a small smile.

“I took your best shots, didn’t I?”

“Yes, but not in [i]that[/i] hole.”

Cleopatra’s soft chuckle broke off in another yelp of pain as Caesar adjusted himself, finding a new angle that wasn’t quite so wide-spread. The wolf queen gasped and panted, tasting her own blood as she bit down on her arm again. This was ridiculous, taking something so huge; she might as well have been tied under a horse for real. At least that beast wouldn’t have had the damn knot trying to rip her apart.

With how deep he was, it felt like he was going to pull her womb right out through her sex with every thrust, like he was going to turn her inside-out if she didn’t keep him inside of her. Yet, at the same time, she wanted nothing more than to shove him out, to take a break, to order Eclipse to take a turn with this beast. It would have been within her rights as Queen to demand such a thing from her bodyguard…

But she didn’t.

She was the Queen of the Nile, and she would be Caesar’s queen at the end of this. She would have his power as well as hers, and she would rule over Egypt in a way that she had long dreamed.

For that, she could pay this price.

“AH!”

She hoped, at least. If it wasn’t impossible, she would swear he was still getting bigger, still getting stronger. And there was no sign of him slowing down.

[i]If I live through this night...I’m thanking every god there is...until I find the one that got me through this…[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]