7 comments/ 20050 views/ 17 favorites Heart of a Lion Ch. 01 By: Famejerkies This is a little slow to get into, but it's my first attempt at writing erotica, so please give it a chance. * Ella pushed a hunk of sweaty hair from her forehead away, scowling irritably. She'd always hated the outdoors, preferring to sit inside with a book and read. She should have never listened to her brother's when they talked her into going for a hike. It was a hot, humid day, and the thickly forested trail they were following was steep. Her slender frame was covered in sweat, and her clothes stuck to her back and legs. She trailed miserably after her two energetic brothers, watching their legs pump enthusiastically along the path. Her twin, Aaron, turned to see where she was, and he grinned cheekily at her. They didn't overly resemble each other, apart from sharing the family traits of wavy brown hair, round hazel eyes and a freckled complexion. They were both scrawny, although he had filled out more since he'd taken up hiking, and each had a thin pair of glasses perched on their noses. "Need to stop, sis?" he asked. She nodded, too out of breath for anything further, and they both looked to their 24 year old brother, Scott, who was much further ahead now, and shaking his head at them. He was tall and where his siblings were scrawny, he had filled out and sported quite wide shoulders and a broad chest. Ella always felt safe around him, more so then her usually quiet, smaller twin. His eyes and hair were both on the darker side of the spectrum, and he was one of the more handsome boys in the school. Ella knew that many girls were jealous of how close she was with him, even though she had grown up with him and saw him as her brother, it was common knowledge that he was adopted, and they weren't really related at all. At 18 years of age, closer to 19, her and Aaron had been the happy accidents her parent's hadn't expected to have. Scott had been fiercely protective of his little siblings since they were brought home from the hospital, and it was with glee that, when the twins were seven, the parents announced that they were having another child. Now 12, their little sister, Anna, was the light of all their lives, pretty little Anna. "There's a stream up ahead," Scott called down to them. "We can stop there and have a drink, weaklings." Ella ignored him, knowing he was baiting her. She merely trudged after him, head low. Aaron waited for her, and slugged her arm softly as she drew near, customary grin on his face. She smiled wearily back, eager for a rest. There was a shadow in Aaron's eyes that had been in all of them since three years ago, when both their parent's had been killed in a car accident, taking Anna to hospital with a fever. Anna had survived, barely. Their family had almost been broken then, during the grief and turmoil, they had almost let it happen, until Scott, steady, trustworthy, protective Scott, had rallied together, and fought for his family. He'd become their legal guardian, and worked himself to the bone to provide a home for them. They finally reached the stream, and she threw her pack down and eagerly reached to cup a handful of water, when she felt hands around her waist, lifting her. With a screech, she reared back, trying to escape, only realizing it was Aaron as he scooped her up and threw her into the stream. Curving her body as she reached the water, she managed to hook her leg around his and drag him in with her, the cool water shocking her hot system, as they panted and laughed hysterically in the water, splashing each other. "What a pair of weasels," Scott remarked drily. "What have you two soaked monsters done with my well-mannered siblings?" Ella giggled and splashed him, but he evaded it. Getting out of reach of their tomfoolery, he shouted back to them, "I'm going to go check the trail, you two have fun. Dry off before I get back." They didn't reply, distracted by trying to dunk each other. They eventually climbed out the water, and flopped onto the shore, both exhausted by now. While waiting for both their brother and their clothes to dry, Ella noticed Aaron slipping off to sleep, and closed her eyes as well. When she opened them, it was noticeably dimmer in the clearing, and neither of her brother's were anywhere to be seem. She sat bolt upright, noticing that both hers and the two boys packs were still nearby, she figured they couldn't be too far. A glance at the sky confirmed that it was past time for them to head home, without even reaching the lookout they were aiming for. Anna was at a friend's house for tea, but someone had to be there when she got home. She stood and stretched, hooking her fingers together and pushing her arms above her head. Anyone watching would have noticed how she arched her back as she did so, pushing her small breasts against her shirt, her slender tummy defined by the thin cloth. Then she started off, following the path, calling for her brothers. For what felt like a long time, there was no answer, and she felt a small fire of worry start up in her belly. Then, just when she had decided to return to the clearing and fetch their phone, to alert the forest rangers, she heard Aaron's voice, shouting. Panic shooting through her, she sprinted towards the raised voice, off the path, shoving branches out of the way. Suddenly, she felt something running towards her, and turned just in time to see the dark shape that hurtled into her, slamming both her and it into a tree, dazing her. She was aware of grabbing at it, trying to stop the world from spinning, and it ripping itself from her grip, taking off again, without her even getting a look at it. She must have made a noise, because suddenly, Scott was there, fussing over her. "El, El! Are you ok?" he cried. She nodded blearily, and took the hand he offered, standing up shakily. Aaron was behind him, deathly pale. "It nearly got her too!" he cried. Ella blinked at him, not trusting herself to form words, then glanced to Scott. She gasped as she noticed a horrible looking wound on his shoulder, bleeding sluggishly. "What happened?" she asked him, reaching towards it with her free hand, the other still clenched at her side. He jerked away. "It was just an animal, I startled it," he muttered. "It's almost stopped bleeding already, don't worry." She stared at him, she could tell when he was lying, he wouldn't meet her eyes. There was something he was hiding, but what? "Hurry up, we have to get home," he snapped. "We're late because you guys were stuffing around." Aaron looked a cowed as she felt, neither of them mentioned how they'd been waiting for him to get back, they just followed him meekly back to their packs. She glanced at her right hand, still clenched at her side, and slowly opened the fist, revealing a handful of long, course, brown fur. What on earth had happened, she wondered. It was a quiet week at home, the only one who really said anything was Anna, who seemed oblivious to any sort of negative emotions from her siblings. Scott either hid in his room, or wasn't home, not even coming home for the family dinner he'd previously insisted upon every night. Ella cornered him one night, as he came in late. "How's your shoulder, let me look at it," she demanded. He shouldered her aside. "I told you, it's fine. Almost healed already." He stalked past and headed for his room. Ella sniffed as he went past, trying to seem mopey, but he ignored her. As he opened the door to his room, a small wind blew through, throwing back the familiar smell of his deodorant. She wouldn't have noticed it, so familiar it was, if not for a sudden unfamiliar tang. She blinked, the strong musky tang thick in her nostrils, confusion clouding her face. The door slammed shut, hiding both him and the strange smell from her. Anna popped her head out of her room. "Was that Scott?" she asked blearily. "He was supposed to take me to get things for my excursion." Ella frowned. Anna was going away for three days, on a trip to a beach, and the shopping should have been done already. "You should be asleep, you leave in the morning. What things?" Anna shrugged, her curly hair messy around her face, adorable in its sleepiness. "Aaron took me. I just wanted to go with Scott, was all. Goodnight." She closed the door softly, and Ella felt a spark of anger. It wasn't like Scott to fall back on a promise, especially to Anna, who he adored. She stormed up to Aaron's room, and burst in. He was on his bed reading. "You could knock," he remarked, eyes not moving from his magazine. "I could have been busy." He was dressed for bed, in just his baggy track pants, and had obviously been dozing off. "Ew, Aaron." She flopped onto the bed next to him, and he moved aside for her, still reading. "Scott was supposed to take Anna to the store today." He looked at her, eyes grim. "Yeah I know. It's not like him." There was a quiet moment, as they both wondered about the changes in their brother, then Aaron sighed. "He's home? I can talk to him... I guess." Ella beemed. "He likes you, he'd listen to you. I'm just his baby sister, he trusts you." Aaron grinned now, then stood. "Fine, I'll talk to him. Wait here." He left the room, pulling the door shut behind him, and she picked up his abandoned magazine, and settled to wait. It wasn't a long wait. Aaron appeared again quickly, no sign of the grin. "Well," she asked, already knowing how it was going to end. "He didn't say anything. Just listened to me then said everything was fine, and asked me to leave so he could sleep." Ella felt a ball of pent up worry in her chest. "Where do you think he goes? He's not working." Aaron shrugged. "I don't care. If he doesn't want to talk about it that's his problem. I'm going to sleep now." She took that as a cue to leave, and bid him farewell, before returning to her room, and changing for bed into thin flannel pajamas. She wasn't going to give up as easily as Aaron, she decided. If Scott wouldn't tell her where he was going, she'd tag along. She'd hidden in the back of the four wheel drive they used to hike in before, the one that Scott used to travel. The only difference now was that she wasn't going to jump out and scare her brother, she was going to spy on him. Having decided this she settled down to sleep. As she dozed off, she could still smell the thick musky scent she had smelt on her brother earlier, and she tossed and turned, as it filled her dreams with visions of woods and streams, flickers of a dark, furry shape in the corner of her mind. She would have no recollection the next morning, of stirring slightly in the middle of the night, restless with a strange longing for the dream world, her mind blank except for the visions of fur and trees. She threw her blankets off, eyes glazed and still half asleep, rolling about on the bed as though she was having a nightmare. There was a dull ache in her tummy, and it slowly grew in pressure, spreading down into the space between her legs and filling them with a restless throbbing desire. She wasn't even aware of how aroused she was, as she sunk back into dreams, rubbing herself against the bed and moaning softly, in her mind seeing something that filled her with fire. The sensation peaked without bringing her any relief, and she fell back to deep sleep, muttering to herself. In another room up the hall, her older brother felt a cold wind brush against him from the open window, as he thrusted furiously into the brown haired woman who'd crept into his room, his hands tight on her hips, as she lay on her knees in front of him, facing the wall and moaning softly. He didn't know her, had never seen her before tonight as far as he could remember, but the only thing that mattered at the moment was his cock pounding into her pussy, was making her thrash under him, as he reached his climax and released into her, feeling his essence gush into her, making his bare his teeth in an uncharacteristic snarl, as he dug his fingers tight into her flesh. He pulled out of her, and slumped panting on the floor, his cock soft now and covered in both his and her juices. He stared at her pussy, the wet folds of it, and felt a hungry stir in his groin as he imagined licking up those juices, them dripping down his chin. His cock didn't respond, but he groaned and rocked his hips, unable to shake the desire. She turned and faced him, her face twisted into a smile. It looked unnatural on her, as she slid over to him and rubbed against him, pushing her breasts against his bare chest, and leaning to kiss his shoulder. "You will be ours, Scott Huntfield," she purred. "You already feel it, the desire that burns in you. Not many resist as much as you, you have the heart of a lion." Scott felt panic shoot through him, feeling her words twist through his brain, and his muscles shake as they ached to respond to her call. He knew what she wanted, as she licked at the faint scar where a week ago, a wolf had bitten him. Somehow he knew and he wasn't at all shocked as he watched her body ripple, and her hair begin to spread down her back, becoming stiff fur, that stood on end as he ran his fingers over it. Her teeth lengthed as she controlled the change, and smiled up at him as she sunk those teeth into his shoulder, tearing it horribly, making him moan and thrust frantically against her, wanting to be inside her again. This visit would last all night, as the visits before that had. Scott wasn't to know, but his transformation had begun the day they hiked in that forest, as the wolves had decided that Scott and his family would become one of theirs. Heart of a Lion Ch. 02 I can't believe how well received chap 1 was, considering it was my first try ever! Any feedback is appreciated, I'm only winging it here. Enjoy Ella hadn't even made it out the driveway. She didn't know how Scott had found her, but he had, and he'd tossed her out on her arse without a word. She sulked in her room all day, refusing to open the door, and stayed there fully intending upon keeping it locked. She was half asleep late that night when she heard Scott's car pull up, and him slam his way through the house. For a moment, she was tempted to go confront him about where he'd been, then she decided against it, rolling over and drifting off to sleep. Scott moved as though he was in a dream. He had spent the day up on the mountain where they'd taken their fateful hike, just restlessly pacing through the trees, driven by a strange need. He was unaware of his wild state, his hair full of sticks and clothes filthy and ripped from the trees. He wandered the kitchen, not sure what he was looking for, edgy and confused. He stormed to his room, pushing the door semi-way shut. Pulling his filthy clothes off, he noticed with amusement his semi-hard cock, tenting the front of his boxers. A small part of him knew it had been like that all day, as he searched for something to satiate the desire. He stared at it, palming it gently through the material, watching it jerk and stiffen at his attentions. His eyes, normally dark and shadowed, slowly begun to change as his arousal grew, flashing into a deep gold. He spun wildly, and strode to his window, pushing it open, longing for the brown haired woman to appear. The urge to fuck was upon him, and he was hardly aware that he stood by the window, boxers around his ankles, stroking frantically up his throbbing member. The cool chill of the air bothered him, and he left his exposed position before being sighted, not that many people were out this early in the morning, moving to the bed and bracing against it, as he thrust into his hand, his thumb rubbing the head gently. He could feel his body struggling to react to the arousal, in ways it never had before. He had always been a considerate lover to the girls he lay with, gentle and sedate in the ways he brought them pleasure. But as he imagined the brown haired woman and her wild snarls, her hungry teeth, and her golden eyes, he longed to take a girl forcefully, to feel the way he thrust inside her as she screamed as though he was ripping her in two. He moved to his wardrobe and pushed open the door, his head beginning to throb and his body shaking. There was a full length mirror on the back of the door, and for the first time, he hungrily watched himself take pleasure in his body, watching with a detached sense of calm as his skin begun to ripple. He imagined he could see fur moving under his skin, and opened his mouth and pictured the dull teeth as razored canines. He longed to see the pathetic, round ears he had grow longer, and stand at sharp points. He wriggled his hips slightly, swinging his erect cock, and imagined a tail growing from the base of his spine, groaning with the desire to feel his body really change, not this half-hearted attempt. He wanted to be a wolf, he wanted to become the creatures he had spent the last week fantasying about. He didn't question where the idea had come from, but he knew, without a doubt, that the power was in him, he just needed a way to break it out. He felt a cool breeze rush across his hot and sweaty skin, and he turned his head, still stroking, to see the brown-haired woman from the other night, standing in his room. She was naked, and the sight of her breasts and curves drove him insane, he swung to leap on her and force his memberinto her. She hardly moved, just bared her teeth and arched her back, and he dropped to the floor, ashamed but still horny. Whining, he crouched, almost subconsciously rubbing himself against the floor. All he knew was that he must listen to this woman, she was the one who would give him everything he desired. "Please," he moaned. "Please fuck me, I need it." She smiled, her teeth still bared as a warning, and snarled at him, but he heard the words in her animal cry. "You won't get what you need from mating with me," she told him. "You can't change into what you desire without a mate of your own, you are nothing but a fledgling to me, I cannot mate with you how you want." She moved to him, cupping his chin in her hand, and stroking his face. He moaned under her, her fingers tracing lines of liquid desire on his skin. He longed to submit to her, to crouch by her feet and do anything she asked of him. He felt crushed by her words. He needed this, now. He couldn't wait another night. He didn't even know why he'd fought so hard, his memories of his family being pushed further and further away from his mind. "I'll do anything," he moaned. "Anything, to hunt beside you tonight." She regarded him with eyes of golden fire. Stared deeply into his eyes, seeing his soul. She was pleased with the changes in him already, she could see the wolf under the surface, but he was strong and was using his love for his siblings to hold back the change, even as he hungered for it. She knew that once his eyes had changed to her colour of gold, he was hers, and there was barely a shade of his once deep brown left in them. There was no turning back, he was theirs. But she knew as much as they could twist him into their creature, he would always be drawn back to his family, unless she could shatter the familial bonds. She knew that the first mate a newly born wolf created would never be a true wolf, but a subservient lesser, with a mind only to please the one who had created it. Nothing but a bitch who would be used for relieving sexual tension, and if she was comely enough, for breeding. It was the wolves that Scott would create later, when he was in control of his powers, that would become powerful members of the Pack. Until he gained his own eyes, he was her creature. And she knew the perfect way to make a mockery of the way he'd fought their control. She glided over to him, leaning down and dipping her tongue in his mouth, exciting all of his senses, making sure it was the wolf in control of his mind, and not the caring brother, and told him exactly what to do. Yes, this would suit her Pack perfectly. Ella awoke from a nightmare with a shriek, dazed and scared. She wasn't sure what had left her so unsettled, but her body shook with fear and exhaustion. She slumped, her body, curling in on itself, shivering. Her door was suddenly pushed open, startling her as she was sure it had been locked, and the familiar silhouette of her brother appeared. "Ella, are you ok?" he cried, his voice strained but deep. She assumed she'd woken him from a deep sleep, and felt a shred of guilt. "Sorry," she whispered. "It was a nightmare." He moved until he was at the bed, sitting next to her and gathering her into his arms, pulling her tight. She snuggled close, memories of being held like this by him when she was younger and scared from a bad dream making her feel bad about how mad they'd been with him lately. "Shh, it'l be OK," he murmured into her hair, stroking her back. She felt safe again, curled in his arms. She felt herself drifting off to sleep again, when he shifted against her, tilting her head back so he could gaze into her eyes. They were half closed, and she smiled at him sleepily. A car drove past outside and for a moment, the light of the headlights caught his eyes, making them glow golden. She blinked, and opened her mouth to mention something, wondering if she was seeing things, and in that moment, he gently met her mouth with his, in a soft, wonderful kiss. His lips were soft and giving against hers, and she was stunned for a moment, before coming to her senses. She tried to pull away, but his arms held her tight, and she was forced deeper into the kiss, his tongue pushing at her, trying to slip between her tightly closed lips. What the hell, she thought frantically. Was she still dreaming? Was her brother really trying to make out with her? She felt his hand slip down her top, stroking the skin of her back, and she involuntarily opened her mouth to protest, but she was gagged by his tongue darting in. She contemplated biting it, but it seemed to grow, taking up her whole mouth and licking along the roof, almost choking her. It was horrible, and she thrashed against him, trying to both escape and take a breath, on the verge of panic. She felt his teeth push against her as his tongue continued exploring and filling her mouth, and she tasted blood as the suddenly sharp points nicked her lower lip. The taste of blood seemed to excite him, and he pushed her back against the wall, awkwardly twisted around her, his hand shifting from her back to her front, cupping one of her tits under the shirt, thumb teasing the nipple. To her horror, she felt it harden, and she stared into his eyes, outraged. His saliva mingled from the blood in her lip as he tasted her, as he felt the wolf fully coming to the fore. In a sudden swift movement, he was on top of her, one hand bracing him against the bed and the other still playing with her tit. He pushed his hips down, between her legs, inwardly snarling that he had put boxers back on before visiting her. He saw her suddenly become aware of the rock hard cock he was pushing against her, and the shudder of fear that went through her. He started to pull his tongue out of her mouth, revelling in the long, lupine feel to it, when suddenly, he felt her go still under him. Afraid he'd choked her, he froze and met her eyes, not quite sure what to expect. What he didn't expect was for her to suddenly arch into him, rubbing her crotch against his dick, as suddenly she was reacting to his kiss, eyes glazed. Ella wasn't sure at what point she suddenly wasn't scared anymore. She met his eyes as he pushed that solid cock against her, and she realized that this wasn't wrong. She saw love and something else in his eyes, and suddenly she understood the hunger that consumed him, as it begun to burn in her as well. The musky smell of wolf was in her nose and her mouth and it made her hunger to be fucked. Separated by only his thin, silk boxers, and her skimpy panties, she could feel the head of his cock against her, and it was turning her on hard. She wondered in a dazed fashion, why they'd never done this before. Her hands slid over his chest, exploring him, and one ran through his hair, tugging it, pulling him against her, as she rocked her hips against him, sucking on his long tongue. He lapped at her with it, feeling the change beginning to take hold. He knew now it wouldn't kick in completely until she was completely his, but the parts of him that were most in contact with her were reacting fasted. He decided to test this, and pulling his tongue from her mouth with a slurp, leaving her gasping, he faked being overcome and slumped against her, leaving his neck curved temptingly near her mouth. She took the bait, and he felt her shift and begin to kiss and nibble up his neck. He felt his cock jerking as she sucked on his skin, and he groaned, slipping the hand from her tit and moving it to down to her pantyline, rubbing the skin on her hips. She stopped for a moment as he touched there and moaned loudly, thrusting hard against him. This was so right, she thought to herself. There was nothing more right than this, feeling her brother's hard, hungry, cock against her as he pleased himself. She knew right then that she would have that cock inside her, filling her with his delicious semen, as he pushed deeper and deeper and made her his. "Yes, Scott," she moaned. "More." Their breathing was harsh and uneven, and Scott was glad that the brown haired woman, his Queen, had agreed to make sure Aaron wouldn't spoil their fun. His lips turned back in a snarl as he imagined a rival cock in the room, and he knew he would tear Aaron's throat out right there, while sheathing himself in his twin, rather than risk losing his mate. His train of thought was derailed as her lips found his ear, nibbling and teasing around the rim, before sucking on the lobe, and he cried out as his hips bucked against her. This was no time for careful mating, he realized. His cock wanted her now. Even as he thought this, he felt his ears beginning to shift between her lips. She hardly noticed, too far gone as she was, as they lengthed against his head. He cried out again, in triumph this time, and arched his back, feeling the hair on his skin slowly becoming bristly and longer. He pulled away for a moment, ripping her shirt off, and marvelling in her clear, sweaty skin, and the way she curved so he could get maximum enjoyment out of the sight of her B-cup tits. The nipples were large and darker, and he leant and lapped at them for a second, watching her skin twitch beneath his tongue. He didn't even notice her hand as it slipped down, and pulled his boxers off of him, but suddenly he felt a hand gripping him, and stroking, fast, and hard. She pushed her hips up as she stroked, rubbing her pussy against the head of his cock at the end of every stroke. "Feel how fucking wet you make me," she moaned. "You did this Scott, feel what you've done." He reached a hand down and inside her panties, rubbing it along her folds, feeling the juices on it. He slipped a finger into her and snarled at her throat. "Mine," he growled, moving it inside her, feeling the nail becoming a claw. His cock was changing too, becoming larger and longer, not from arousal, but from the strength of the change. It was slightly thinner as well, but he grinned with sharp canines, knowing that he could make up for that. She was shaking under him, as his claw explored within her. She had never been this aroused before, this insanely overcome with sexual desire. No longer the reticent virgin, her hand pulled at his dick, as she whined and begun to plead with him to satisfy her. "Fuck me, now, oh god, please, yes," she moaned. "Scott, I want your cock in me, now, I need it, Brother." Scott felt something brushing against his legs and he knew it was a tail. Without needing to look at it, he raised it high, curving over his back with glee, as he pulled his claw out of her dripping pussy with a slight sucking noise, and scooped her up with both hands by her arse. Cupping both of her pert buttcheeks, he pulled her away from the bed, and pushed her against the wall, his cock rigid between them. She fought him, trying to pull him close to her again, but he enjoyed making her beg for him. One of his claws snaked near her pussy, and he sliced into her panties with it, watching the slight tuft of closely cut hair become visible. He didn't like that she had partly shaved it, he wanted to feel her covered with bristly fur as he mounted her. Now that he could reach, he pinned her arms back, making her growl with frustration, and pushed his dick against her. He didn't let it go in, not yet, just rubbed her opening with it, panting with longing. He watched it as it pushed near and then pulled away, grinning with a mouth that was too full of teeth as he saw pre-cum and her juices coating the end. He was going to enjoy making her his, filling her with his essence. She was shuddering under him, and he knew she couldn't take much more. Tail held high, he slammed her back, mouth reaching for her neck as he kissed and sucked on that, as he finally pushed hard into her. He felt a slight resistance and she cried out for a moment, and then he was in. He pushed in, fighting her tight walls that squeezed down on his cock, nearly making him cum straight away, sliding out a bit and pausing to catch his breath. He looked at his arms, and was delighted to see the dark fur covering them. Pure, animalistic desire rushed through him, and he begun thrusting, harder and faster, as her cries became wild under him. He could feel her pussy clenching on his cock, and he knew he was going to fill her. "Cum for me," he snarled, his voice more of a howl, as she screamed her assent under him, arching back against the wall and thrusting herself hard on his dick, until he was shaft deep in her. He howled with her, as he felt his cock spraying hot, gushes of sperm in her. He imagined it oozing into her, changing her and making her his, and the thought was enough to make the pleasure seem unsurmountable. He tried to keep thrusting, but he couldn't move, he was still gushing into her and she was limp in his arms, moaning with exhaustion. He could feel himself going limper, but didn't pull out. He knew that he needed to make sure that only he mounted her for the time being, it was his duty as her mate. As though it heard his command, he felt his cock swelling, pushing her walls apart, as she whined with pain. Hating how weak she was, he snarled and shoved harder, pushing it in a few more millimetres, feeling the knot catch and create a barrier. He knew from experience that she would be insensible for a while now, and he stayed sheathed in her, occasionally running his paw-like hands over her tits and down to play with the parts of her pussy he could reach. He owned all of her now, and the thought of always having this hot little vixen at his beck and call almost got him hard again inside her. The door opened, and his brown furred Queen slipped in, taking the form of a wolf bitch. She bared her teeth in a wolfish smile at the sight of Scott, half-way between man and beast, embedded in his sister's pussy. "She is yours now, Pup. Now we can hunt." He pulled out of her, watching a small trickle of sperm pool under her, and went to stand up. Suddenly a storm of feelings struck him, and he fell to the ground, onto his hands and knees. His body begun to shift, and as his bones rearranged in the final part of the transformation, he felt no pain. Instead, what felt like the second most incredible orgasm of his life took over him, and he knew if he was capable, he would have sprayed his pleasure onto the floor. He felt so powerful and lean, on four paws, still the height of a man if he stood on two. Massive and strong, with a coat of dark fur and eyes of gold-striped green, he shook his fur and marvelled in how light the coat felt. Staring around the room with new eyes, his senses were assailed by the reek of sex and female, and he turned to look at his former sibling, now mate. She was crumpled on the floor, legs apart, eyes shut and chest heaving. He moved closer and sniffed at her wet pussy, groaning with delight at the smell of his sex on her, before lapping at the mess with a long tongue. She hardly even felt him, and he promised himself he would try this the next time he visited her. Facing the window and freedom, he knew that now was the time to hunt and indulge in a different kind of pleasure. But he would be back for his mate, and he knew that although she wouldn't openly remember him visiting her room to, night, her body would and every night until he returned, she would take pleasure in his memory, climaxing to the sound of his howls. He streaked out, landing gracefully, and his Queen followed him. She turned her head slightly to look at the peaceful house as they sprinted away, and grinned again to herself. This family was delicious. The youngest was too small to be any good to them for years yet, it would be better to let her mature. But the twins, she may have gifted the female to her new Pup, but the young male, still so innocent, he was all hers.