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My husband was dead. I'd cried when they first told me. How could Voltas be dead? He was a mountain given life. He'd never been kind, or loving, or tender, but he'd always been present, and he'd provided for my children and I for over ten years. What was I going to do without him? They'd left me to my tears, and I'd retired to my bedroom, laying at the foot of the bed where he'd made me lay for the last four years. I cried, and cried, and cried and then I began to laugh. I'd laughed until I began to cry, but I'd also felt a surge of relief.

He'd been a monster. He'd ruined me, and he'd hurt my babies . . . his babies, though they'd never felt like his. Just because his dick had planted the seed didn't mean they belonged to him. They were mine, and I'd protected them. I'd protected them as well as I could. Two had died in my womb, three had been lost to Voltas' abuse. I'd lost five out of twelve of them. Perhaps I wasn't such a great mother at all.

I remembered each of them he'd killed. Lilya, he'd broken her neck and tossed her aside for trying to sit on his lap. After that I'd moved the kids out of the house. He'd caught Keevo painting with dye's he'd made himself from berries, and he'd beat the boy unconscious. Kee had never woken up. Joss he'd killed when he pushed me down the stairs while I was carrying him when he was just a baby. Lilya, Keevo, and Joss. They'd never even really known life. The other two little ones never even had names. Voltas burned their bodies in our fireplace before I even knew what gender they were. He'd been furious at me. The beating that had followed had left me unable to walk for a month.

This had been my life. I'd forgotten I even had a brother, and then he'd come to me and told me that he was the Alpha, and that he'd arranged for me to be remarried. I was devastated. I didn't want another man in my life. I just wanted to raise my little ones in safety. Of course, I also knew that now I was at the bottom of the pack pecking order. That would make my kids targets as well, but they were almost safer that way than they had been when Voltas still lived.

Emmett. I still didn't know what to think of him. He seemed so kind, but my instincts told me men couldn't be kind. I'd certainly not seen kindness in them in a long time. My father had been kind, or at least I thought I remembered him being kind. Things before Voltas were fuzzy. In a single day Emmett had shown me more kindness than anyone had in ten years, and he'd treated the children so well.

I'd been ready to give him my body in payment for his kindness. If he'd taken me and hadn't hurt me I would have been glad to pay him in such a way, but he hadn't done that either. He'd said it would happen only if I really wanted it, but what did that mean? I'd never actually wanted a man. I didn't want or like sex. It was something I did to make Voltas not take his frustrations out on the children. It was something I'd sometimes done because it was the only time I felt at all connected to my husband. I didn't love him, and I never even attempted to fool myself into thinking he cared about me, but when he was fucking me I was important to him. It made me feel like I had some worth.

That had stopped after Flint was born, just after he'd pushed me down the stairs and killed Flint's twin. After that I wasn't allowed in the bed anymore. He brought in other females, younger ones. I was old, ugly, not worth his time. That was easy enough to accept. I'd always been worthless, so this was just another example of that.

Then I was, making guest beds up for my children. They weren't guest beds anymore. They were beds for the little ones, and this was what Emmett wanted. He wanted my children to come inside, and he wanted to have meals with them, and to read to them. I was still caught between disbelief and a strange haze like I was living in some kind of dream. I put a pillow on the last bed in this room and walked next door to see how Emmett was doing. He'd insisted on helping setup the rooms.

I was in my werewolf form in the house, which was something that had never been allowed before, and I still felt nervous, afraid, like Emmett would turn around and berate me and then start hitting me. I gave a small whine to get his attention. “Do you need any help in here?"

He smiled at me. "Nope, I think this looks alright, do you think so? You're their mother." He said. It was a room for two of the boys and he'd moved a large bear rug into the room, I was sure for their amusement. He looked to me with questions about the children's care. He was good with them, but seemed somewhat inexperienced, and he trusted me to know better than himself when it came to them.

“I think they'll love it. Honestly, I think they'll just be happy to not be bedding down in scratchy hay for a change. They've never slept in a bed before." I felt guilty as I said those last words. My children had barely had any kind of life. I'd have to make that up to them now. “Thanks for the help, Emmett. I could have done this myself. You didn't have to do so much." I felt a strange wave of affection for the human man. He was easy to like, easy to trust, and that kind of scared me.

He shrugged. "I like helping, changing things. Is it alright if I ask Imava and Fenrick to come to dinner with us tonight? I'm going to go hunting, and then I thought I'd stop by my sister's and ask them over if you were alright with that." He went to look out the window of the room. When he pushed back the curtain the natural light flooded over his dark curly hair and muscular frame. He was built for endurance, distance, not the brute force Voltas had been. It was a leaner look. He was also tall for a human, as tall as some of the shorter kin.

I was nervous at the idea of having guests. Voltas' guests had generally been mean spirited and violent men. Voltas had been too possessive of me to allow them to rape me, but he'd certainly let them touch me and occasionally hurt me. Violence had aroused him.

“I can cook for extra people." I told him, nodding. I was afraid of my brother. I didn't know him, and unknown males made me very nervous. I would do it for Emmett though. He was kind, and I wanted to believe he wouldn't let anyone hurt me. Also, it had been Fenrick who sent Emmett to me, so maybe that meant that he wasn't cruel either. I liked to think that my twin brother wasn't like Voltas. I hadn't had the time to miss him growing up, but now a part of me was curious as to what had become of him.

“Is there anything special you'd like me to prepare?" I asked Emmett, bowing my head as I talked to him, keeping my eyes low. It was a habit I couldn't quite break.

Emmett laughed. "Nope! I'm sure Imava will just be happy not to have to cook, and Fenrick will just be happy to not have to eat something she made!" He came over and picked up my head gently by my chin, locking his dancing blue.eyes with mine for a moment before releasing my chin and stepping out into the hall. "We should talk to Oldest about her name, and when do you want to show the children the bedrooms?" He seemed excited about moving them in, excited to do something for them.

I smiled in the way wolves to, though it wasn't an expression I was accustomed to making. “We can do it now if you'd like. We can go talk to Oldest, and then we can gather the kids and let them into the house." I thought for a minute and then I swallowed hard and decided to ask the question I had floating around inside my head. “Is it alright if they have free run of the house too? I'll keep them locked in their rooms if that's what you want, that or outside, but I'd like them to actually feel at home."

Sometimes Emmett seemed surprised at the things I thought to ask about, this was one of those times. "Of course they can run about the house, it's their home now too, and children should play. Everywhere. And just a little louder than any grown up would like." He said in very serious tones, though his eyes were shining with amusement, as was so often the case. "Let's go talk to Oldest and then the rest of them then." He said with a grin and offered me his arm.

I took it hesitantly at first, and then a bit more firmly as I realized how comfortably it fit into my own, and how nice it was to have someone touch me in a kind way. It was like last night when he'd held me all night long. That had been amazing. I'd woken up happy and refreshed, and I wasn't even sure how to express the feelings I had.

We found Oldest in the front yard with Flint, which was where she often was. She had bonded closely with her youngest sibling. She looked up as we approached, and she smiled as we drew near, even waving shyly at Emmett.

“Oldest, Emmett and I would like to talk to you about your name." I told her softly.

“My name?" She asked, a little confused.

Emmett nodded and crouched near her. "Do you remember that you once had another name? Your father renamed you when you were young. We can use any name you'd like us to, but we wanted to know which you'd prefer."

“Holly, like the plant." She said with a smile, but then her smile faltered a little. “Daddy hit me if I talked about that."

“Well, no one is going to hit you anymore, sweety. If you want your old name back you can have it." I told her, feeling awash in guilt again. So much abuse. they didn't even know another way.

She looked up at Emmett. “You won't get mad if I want to be Holly again?"

"Nope! I like you no matter what you're name is." He assured her with a smile.

The girl wagged her tail. “Then I think I'd like to be Holly again. Everyone else has a real name, and I want one to."

I leaned down and nuzzled against her face. “Alright, Holly. From now on that's what we'll call you. It'll probably take a little while for your brothers and sisters to get used to calling you that, but it'll happen."

Holly returned to Flint. “I have a real name again. I'm Holly." She told him proudly.

Flint looked up at his sister from where he was playing with a beaten stuffed toy and smiled. “Holly. That's a good name. Can I get a new name too?"

Holly shook her head. “You already have a good name."

Flint looked a bit crestfallen. “But I want to be Blood Biter!"

Emmett looked to be a bit lost. "When you're all grown up Flint, I suppose you could pick a new name, but not right now. Holly only got a choice because she had a real name first, and then someone changed it on her." He told Flint, and then looked to me with a worried, eager smile as though he were asking if he'd handled that alright.

I smiled. “If after you grow up and find a mate you still want to be named Blood Biter you can change your name if you'd like."

Flint pouted. “But that'll take forever."

“I know, we're so cruel." I told him. “Come on you two. We're going to get the others and then I'm going to show you your new rooms. In the house."

“We get to go in the house again?" Flint looked surprised. “We're not in trouble are we?"

“No, the new dad says we get to live in the house now." Holly told him. “He's a lot nicer than the old dad."

“I don't like the old dad." Flint said.

I thought that was kind of sad. Voltas was gone, and all the children had of him was their hate for the man that had made them live in fear every day of their young lives. Sad, perhaps, but just as well. I didn't really want them to have fond memories of him. I didn't.

“That's alright. Your old dad wasn't an easy person to like." I told him. “The new one is much nicer." I turned and smiled at Emmett. I took Emmett's hand and pulled him towards the backyard, the kids running off in front of us.

“You're good with the children. I think you're going to make them much happier than they have been." I told him quietly, feeling a bit hopeful for a moment.

Emmett nodded, his jovial face looking just a little muddled. "I'm the second to youngest of 5, kids seem to like me, but I don't have much experience with them." He admitted.

“Well, you're very good." I said, and I felt like nuzzling him, licking his face, trying to convey the sense of pleasure I felt inside, but then it occurred to me that this was all just a temporary situation. “I know you won't be here forever." I said softly. “But the kids can learn a lot from you while you are. It'll be good for them to have a positive male personality in their life."

"Well gee Runa, I won't just abandon them." He smiled at me. "Even if I'm not always living in the same house, I'll stick around in the pack anyway." He squeezed my hand tightly. "They're really great kids Runa, and I know that's all your influence."

“It's not all my influence. I didn't get to spend as much time with them as I would have liked. They had to raise themselves a lot. Holly did a lot of work. They really didn't get to be kids." I told him, and then I smiled. “They do now, though, and I think it's early enough that they'll all get to have some fun before they have to be adults."

We reached the backyard then, and the kids were running around and playing like kids will do when left to their own devices. “Come on kids." I called them together. “It's time to go see your new rooms."

The children came running up, some in their wolf form, but most in the werewolf form that seemed to come most natural to them. “From now on you'll all be living in the house full time." I told them. “Emmett and I set up rooms for you today, and you'll all have free run of the house from here on out."

“Does this mean we can't go outside anymore?" Tivald asked with a pout.

"You can go outside in the day, but at night you'll sleep in the new beds in the house." Emmett reassured him. "Come on, let's have a look." He said, and the kids ran for the house, even the skeptical ones.

"How will we read stories if we're in different rooms?" Viyya asked, sounding downright anxious. "You said you'd read us a chapter tonight."

Emmett led the way up the stairs. "It's alright Viyya, I'll read to you all together by the fireplace, and then it'll be up to bed with you all!" He said cheerfully.

It didn't take long for the kids to disperse to the different rooms, and in the process destroy the sleeping arrangements we'd planned for them. We'd set things up so the boys were separated into some rooms, the girls into others, and Holly had her own. Eventually they could all have their own, but we decided the younger kids might be more comfortable sharing space, and we'd been right. They did want to share rooms, just not with the siblings we'd thought they would.

As the kids argued over who would sleep with who I found myself laughing. It was the first honest laughter I'd felt in years. Of course I'd laughed when my husband had died, but that had been strange, maniacal laughter. This was an honest release. I leaned into Emmett and let out a small, pleased growl. This felt right.

Tivald started coughing again as he climbed onto the bed he'd chosen as his. The coughing fit lasted more than a minute, and when it finally ended he looked tired and pained. He let out a small whimper and laid down on the bed instead of joining play with his sibblings.

“Tivald has been sick a long time." I said quietly to Emmett. “It keeps getting worse. I'd been hiding him from Voltas. I knew he'd send him to the woods to either get better or die. He liked to do that with the sick."

Emmett frowned and went to sit next to Tivald, rubbing his hand over his forehead. He looked him over a little more carefully, asking him a few questions as he did. Some sounded like they meant something important, but others were just filling, comforting questions. Emmett ended his questioning with a smile and a joke for the boy, and then hung around playing with the healthy children for a bit before ducking out.

When out of the children's rooms he frowned at the wall. "I think Tivald is really sick, Runa." He said softly to me. "It sounds like something I've seen at home, and it's curable though." He added a soft smile for me.

I let out a sigh of relieved breath that I'd taken in when he said Tivald was really sick. “Whatever it takes, I'll do it." I said, still worried. “I can't lose another one of my pups." A tear slipped from my eyes and I growled and wiped it away. “Is the cure something I can get in the woods?"

Emmett came and hugged me. Because of our height difference this actually tucked him against my chest, but he was still trying to be comforting. "I'm not a doctor. It looks and sounds like something a close friend of mine had. I don't know what went into the medicine that saved him, so I'll have to go back across the mountains to get it." He stepped back and rubbed my arm. "It'll be alright Runa, I'll get him the medicine and he'll be fine." He grinned widely at me. "I'll leave tomorrow."

I had an initial impulse to ask him not to leave me, but I bit that back. I used to get happy when Voltas was going way. This would give me some time with the kids, and when Emmett came back he'd have a cure for Tivald. “Alright. Thank you, Emmett. Do you know how long you'll be gone?"

He leaned against the wall and thought a moment. "Well I got lost getting here. I'll have to talk with Fen and Thar, but I should say a week at most." He said, and gave me an apologetic half smile. "I know, far longer than you and the kids have even known me, but maybe it's best to do this right away before the kids have a chance to like me enough to really miss me."

I was sure they'd already miss him, and I was beginning to think I might as well. “It probably is for the best, and the sooner we get the medicine the better it will be for Tivald. Take your time, though. I don't want you getting hurt while you're away." I blushed and tucked my ears to hide it. “I mean, no one else is going to want to be my mate if something happens to you." I added, trying to smooth over my lapse.

"No worries, I'll be fine. And as bad as Tivald seems, I think he's got plenty of time, so don't feel like the tinge is breathing down our necks, though he certainly deserves to feel better as soon as possible." He listened a moment to all the kids playing and smiled. "It sounds like a real household now." He took my hand and led me downstairs. "Well now, what should we do for the rest of the day huh? I don't think I'll go hunting, I'd rather spend the time with you all if I'm leaving tomorrow, but I'll still duck out and invite my family over." He nodded. "They're good people, and I know it'll do your reputation good to be seen with them anyway."

“I think I'd like to spend some getting to know my new husband, if you don't mind. I've told you a great deal about myself, though I'm afraid there aren't many good stories to tell, but I don't know much about you. It isn't usual for humans to come here on there own. We get a few we call the Devoted who are actively seeking us out for one reason or another, but it's not common." I found that I really was curious about this new man. I felt . . . well, it was hard to describe. I wanted to say 'like a young girl going on her first date with a new boy' but I really had no basis to judge that feeling. It felt new, though, and a little exciting.

He grinned as he took us to the chairs by the fireplace. "Oh me. Not much to say worth saying, I'd think." He sat me down on as loveseat, leaning into it comfortably and pulling me closer to him. Our faces were only half a dozen inches from each other's as he continued. "I was five when my mother died. I have three older brothers, one younger sister. I'm a touch irresponsible, at least, when I don't have any responsibility to take seriously I suppose. I'm also a nice guy though I think. I was considered somewhat scandalous back home for all my flirting and sweet talking. And debauchery. I DO sometimes make impulsive decisions with the wrong organ leading the way." He grinned and winked at me.

"I came looking for my sister, but found her and Fen happy even if they were fighting to find a way to live through Voltas' rein. Then I stuck around to make sure my sister would be alright, and then to help make sure Fenrick kept the alpha role and thus kept my sister and himself safe during the chaos after Voltas died. And now I'm with you." He smiled softly, less impish, implying he was quite happy to be sitting with me at that moment. He had my hand on his, and he stroked a circle along the back of my hand with his thumb.

“That's a nice summation. I'm surprised a man of your strength and means hasn't mated more permanently. Men rarely wait until they're in their twenties here to get married." I thought about what I was saying and quickly added. “Not that there is anything wrong with waiting. I'm sure you have your reasons. I've been wed since I was twelve, though that is young for our people. Fifteen is more common, and we usually find our mates on the full moon. It is something like a tradition . . . the whim of fate finds you a lover. It doesn't always end in marriages, but sometimes it does."

Emmett gave me that apologetic half smile again. "Where I'm from, men get married when they have the means to support a wife, and when they've gotten 'the wildness' out of themselves. That's usually around 30. They marry younger women in their late teens and early twenties. Sometimes marriages are arranged for younger men for one reason or another, usually there isn't much in the way of other close descendents to take their title if they should die young, that sort of thing. I'm the 4th boy in my family, meaning that I would have been hard pressed to find a suitable living to support a woman of my own class. Marrying outside your own class, when you're not inheriting a title, comes with the risk of losing your circle of friends and family." He shrugged and grinned. "I'm only 23 myself, so I wasn't much concerned about it yet."

I laughed a little. “The oldest unmarried man I've ever known was 25 in the pack, and he was unmarried because he'd heard swearing chastity guaranteed him an eternal afterlife, and he bought into it completely. He ended up forgetting to lock himself up properly one full moon, and now he has twelve pups." I put a hand on Emmett's shoulder. “I don't suppose you have to worry about the pent up sexual energy getting the better of you and driving you into doing something foolish on the full moon."

Emmett laughed and leaned into me a little bit. His hand went to my leg, suggestive but at this closeness it didn't feel pushy. "I like to think humans space out our sexual foolishness all across the month." His wink, tone, and smile were all good natured. He left his hand on my leg, his thumb tracing a small circle over my fur.

I didn't move it. In fact, I liked it there. It sent a strange warmth through me that was unfamiliar but not unwelcome. I kind of felt that I'd like Emmett to touch me other places as well. My nipples firmed up beneath my fur, two lines of three hidden away down my chest to my abdomen. It was a strange sensation, and I knew it was arousal, which was something that I'd only very rarely felt in my life. It would be a lie to say I'd never once enjoyed sex physically. My body had responded on the full moon whether I wanted it to or not, even when Voltas had me taking a mix of herbs that killed my reproductive cycle. Mating had felt better then, but I'd never looked forward to it. I couldn't, not with the violence that came with.

As Emmett's fingers pressed through my fur to the skin of my thigh I felt, for the first time in my life, the stirring of an actual desire to have sex with someone. The idea of letting Emmitt take me sounded appealing. I felt heat rise to my ears and I tucked them down to hide it.

He'd be leaving tomorrow, and then I wouldn't see him for a week. If I wanted to act on this new impulse I'd have to do so soon. That thought made me a little nervous. I pushed my muzzle against his neck and gave him a soft nip. “If you want to space some of that sexual desire out tonight, I'd . . . I think I'd like that." I said softly. My inner ears burning. I'd never been so forward in my life.

Emmett nuzzled his head against mine, his hand moving up to rub up and down my arm. "I'll very much look forward to that." He said softly, tone serious but pleased. He tucked me into a comfortable hug for a while, hands rubbing and touching me gently. He chuckled, listening to the children as they ran across the floor above us, spreading it to explore the house. "I think I'd better go play monster for a while." He said, standing up and laughing, the idea rather amusing to him. I supposed where he was from, us werewolves were the monsters. He flashed me a grin, then snuck up the stairs with good speed and I soon heard squeals of laughter and playful screams as the speed of little claws clicking on wood picked up.

I smiled to myself, wondering if this is what having a family was supposed to be like. It felt amazing that life could be like this on a daily basis for anyone. This was a moment of joy that I almost felt spoiled for having. I felt like I should hide my happiness so no one would see it and try to take it away from me, but I also could imagine Emmett trying to do that.

I finally forced myself to stop sitting around in pleased silence. I did need to work on supper for the guests we had coming over, and I was still nervous about that. This would be the first time I'd had supper with my brother in over ten years, and I was still afraid of him. It was getting easier to trust Emmett. He wasn't one of the kin, but I still had no positive experiences with kin males to encourage me that this would be positive. I tried to remember, though, that Fenrick had sent Emmitt to look after me, and that had turned out well.

The afternoon went quickly, and before I knew it my guests had arrived. Emmett laughed and joked with them, and they complimented me on my cooking, and played with the children together. Watching Fenrick and Imava play with their nieces and nephews made me happy. They were gentle, and careful, but I could see the honest joy in them as they played with the little ones. It made me want to share more of my life with them, though I found it difficult to say much to them while they were at the house.

I felt like I wasn't good enough to talk to them. I'd never been allowed to talk to company unless specifically asked a question. Before they left that evening Imava approached me and asked if she could talk to me about giving birth. She said she had no experience and was nervous. I shyly told her I would be happy to speak to her.

Fenrick also approached me. He told me that he'd missed me, and he hoped we could be close like we had been when we were just pups. He said he was proud of me for surviving for so long in such a terrible situation, and that he was sorry he couldn't get me out sooner. It made me cry, and then he hugged me and told me it would be alright from now on. He asked how I was getting along with Emmett, and he seemed pleased, then they'd left, and we'd set about cleaning up. All of us. Emmett and the kids helped, though it might have gone faster if the kids hadn't helped, still, I enjoyed the experience more for having them, and I thought maybe Emmett did too.

When it was all done we gathered around the fire and Emmett read to the kids until the littlest of them begin to drift off, then we bundled everyone up in bed and spent time with each of them making sure they were tucked in and ready to sleep. When it was all done we retired to our own room, and I could hear my heart racing in my chest as I shifted back to my most natural form, walking comfortably on all fours. I wondered what form Emmett would want me in. I wondered if he really would want me. I was terrified, and worried, and also hot. My womanhood was warm, and I could tell I was wet, which embarrassed me. I'd never gotten wet so quickly, and I still wasn't even sure what was going to happen. I hopped up onto the bed and laid down as Emmett entered.

“It was a really good day." I told him, a happy expression on my face. Whatever we did, or didn't do, Emmett had made the day wonderful.

"It was." Emmett agreed. He took off his shirt but climbed into bed with his pants still on. He gave me what looked like a slightly shy smile, which was odd to see on him. He tucked a pillow under his head and scooted in close to me, gently tugging my head to be over his chest as he stroked my fur, digging his fingers in luxuriously deep. He smiled more naturally at me and then leaned in to nuzzle me. "You're very beautiful, Runa." He said quietly, sensually. "Among other, deeper things." He winked at me, his voice having taken on that jovial edge.

I huffed softly and nuzzled him back. “I'm glad you find me beautiful. It's been a long time since I've felt desirable at all." I took in a deep breath of his masculine, pleasant scent. "That feels good." I told him as he stroked through my fur. I couldn't remember anyone having ever done that for me. Such stroking was reserved for people who were really close and affectionate, and I'd never had anyone like that.

“You're a very handsome man." I told him, and it wasn't just because he called me beautiful. He was quite easy on the eyes. I blushed as I began to imagine what the parts of him that were still hiding might look like.

"Thank you." He said, voice still amused. He undid his pants and hooked his thumbs into the fabric of them so he could slide them down his legs and then off. He was naked now, and strangely furless compared to any werewolf even in their hybrid form. He did have some body hair, just nothing like the kin possessed.

Emmett was sitting since he'd taken his pants off, and he turned toward me to run his hand down my back. He pushed lightly at my shoulder so I was laying more on my side and ran his hand down my belly, fingers skimming I've my nipples. He pushed his fingers through my fur and found one of them, and her gently teased it by running his thumb back and forth over it.

His ministrations sent a wave of warmth down through my body and back to my sex hidden beneath my tail. I found myself breathing a little hard already. “Would you like me in a different shape?" I asked him, reaching out my nose to push at his manhood. I lapped at it with my tongue, eager to see it grow, and to understand the taste of his sex. Voltas had mated my mouth many times. Towards the end, before he'd put me aside entirely, it was the only way he'd take me. He'd told me my sex was deformed from all of the pups I'd had. I was still nervous about it.

Emmett sucked in breath a little sharply, and his member hardened readily under my tongue, the tip oddly rounded. "This shape is fine." He said, and teased my other nipples briefly before he slid his hand down to my sex. He ran his fingers over my opening and then pushed one inside my wetness with a smile. He brought his other hand to my head in his lap. "You're tongue feels nice. Do you want me to continue touching you, or should I take you now?" He asked, sliding his finger gently in and out of me.

My body was throbbing around his finger and I found it sort of hard to concentrate. I'd never had anything in me besides a penis. “I'd like it if you took me now. Your fingers are wonderful, but . . . I want you inside of me." I wasn't sure how he'd want to take me. I'd never had sex in my wolf form before. I stepped across the bed and put my sex in the air, bowing my front down to the bed. I hung my tail to the side. “I've never been had in this form. I'm not sure how it will go." I told him, not sure if I was warning him, or just saying it so he knew that this was special to me, something I could only offer once, a first try at me in one form.

He ran a hand along my back as his other lined his cock up with my offered entrance. His tip balanced on my slit, hard and ready. Emmett put his hands in the fur of my back legs, high up by my hips, and then pushed inside at a measured pace that was neither forceful or timid. When he'd entered me completely he let out a shaky sigh of pleasure. He ran a hand down my side while the other stayed firmly holding my hips against his and looked down at me fondly. "How's that Runa, feel good?" He asked in deep, sensual tones.

It took me a moment to reply. My insides were pulsing around his shaft. I felt full and happy. I let out a low growl. “Yes, you feel wonderful Emmett. Please, take me now." I said, pushing myself backwards against him with my front paws. I wanted him to mate me, to make love to me, and to make me his in a such a powerful way that it almost scared me. If it hadn't felt so good to have him inside me, I might have considered running away in terror.

Emmett's cock twitched inside me at my words. He reached down to my neck, fingers sinking into my fur and scratching my thick skin gently. He groaned in pleasure as he started moving in and out of me, his hand on my leg tightening to hold me better. He was working with deep, slow strokes. "Oh Runa, you feel amazing." He told me, voice gravely with his arousal.

The sensation of his shaft piercing my sheath was sending waves of pleasure through me. I opened my mouth to tell him how wonderful he was making me feel, but the words slipped away from me as my body tensed and the seemed to explode in a surge of pleasure. I convulsed around him as I came, shocked that it had happened so fast. “Emmett, so good. . ." I managed to whimper the words. I didn't want him to stop yet. I pushed back onto him some more, not wanting for this wonderful thing happening to me to quit.

He moaned and took both legs back into his grip. Emmett leaned down to rub his face into my fur on my back. His grip tightened on my legs again and then he sat back up and picked up his pace within me. "I'm not going to last much longer." He warned me, and smiled. "But we can go again in a short while if you'd like."

“You can cum in me if you'd like." I told him, the words coming between pants. My body was getting close to another peak, the orgasms seeming to almost roll together. I was almost sure I'd hit another climax when he did. I wondered if I should tell him that I wasn't protected. I could do something later if I did become pregnant, but I really didn't want him to pull out of me yet. I almost wished he could knot me. I wanted to feel closeness like that. “Oh, Emmett. . . “ I whined his name as my insides seemed to tense again. I growled and sank my teeth into the furs on the bed.

Emmett's thrusts grew a bit more forceful for a moment and then he moaned as he came. His cock pulled within my sheath and he held himself deep inside me, then slid out partway to pierce me deeply again as another stream of cum left him. "Runa." He nearly growled, and leaned over me again to rub his face and one hand through the fur of my back as his cock pulled within me a couple more times.

My body quivered against his as I let go, my muscles tightening as the sensation of my orgasm struck me surprisingly hard. I could feel his seed dumping into me, and it excited me. I snarled into the bedding until my sheath finally stopped pulsing around the cock embedded in my body. I looked back down my body and smiled as I panted. “That was the best sex I've ever had." I told him unabashedly. I felt so good. I'd climaxed and I hadn't had to hide it to avoid being hit. My sheath gave another surprise convulsion, wrapping the cock inside it tightly, and then it eased again.

Emmett was breathing a bit heavily, eyes soft with his own spent desire. He smiled, passed and maybe just a little pleased with himself. "That's good to hear, I'm so glad you enjoyed that." He told me. "I'm going to pull out now, and I'd like to hold you." He said, not at all shy about it though it seemed so strange to me to have a man say he wanted such affection. Emmett slid out slowly, watching himself leave me. "You swell more than human women, it's almost hard to leave you. I like that." He told me, and laid down on his back. He opened the arm closest to me for me to curl into if I wanted..

I did so with a pleased sigh. As he'd withdrawn my sex had started to throb a little. I was just a bit sore. It had been a very long time since anyone had been inside of me, and as much as I'd enjoyed it, my body was reminding me that it had been a while. I liked the ache, though. It felt good to have been used by someone who'd enjoyed it. Someone who wanted me afterwards.

“My body is made to hold the males inside after he finishes." I said. “Though it takes a slightly different anatomy then you have, though yours was very, very nice. I'd like to have it again some time." I felt my ears blush. I'd never been so forward before in my life. I wondered if he'd think I was desperate. I supposed I sort of was.

"That was amazing, I'd love to do that with you again." Emmett said happily. He rolled onto his side and flopped his arm over me, completely encircling me in his arms. He nuzzled into my neck. "And sometime I can stay within you, even if I won't REALLY be stuck there."

“I'd like that, Emmett. Is it alright if I call you Em? Your sister and my brother do, but I'm worried it would be wrong. Also, I really like you, and I'm scared you won't come back when you leave. And I'm going to miss you a lot, and I know you need to go, but I'm sad you have to go." All the words poured out of me in a rush before I could stop them. I gave a small whimper. “Sorry."

Emmett stroked me soothing. "It's ok. Yes you can call me Em, it's not wrong at all!" He sought out my eyes, smiling but speaking with a serious tone. "I am definitely coming back to you. I'll miss you a lot too, you're a wonderful, beautiful woman Runa." He kissed the side of my muzzle and then leaned his head against mine, sighing happily.

I relaxed against him, a little too surprised at my outburst to think of anything else to say. “Thanks for being so amazing, Emmett." I finally settled on those words. They seemed good to me.