Werewolf Breeding Frenzy

  Werewolf Breeding Frenzy

  Published by Sabine Winters at Smashwords

  Copyright 2013 Sabine Winters

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  The moon rose above the trees, bathing the forest in silver light, making everything beautiful and strange and mysterious. It was only a sliver away from full, big enough to hang low in the dark, star-studded sky, and Katarina couldn't take her eyes from it.

  The wind blew through the trees. She shivered, clad only in a silky robe and nothing else, her nipples pressing against the thin fabric. Katarina knew what was supposed to happen, what she'd been told would happen, but she had no idea what it would feel like.

  It was the second full moon of the sixth month – a blue moon. For the young women of her village, a blue moon falling in the sixth month meant a time of fear and hope, anticipation and waiting.

  Because that night before the moon turned full was the only time that the werewolves could breed, and one of the women would be chosen for the privilege each time.

  The older women always claimed it was a privilege, and the girl who was chosen as the werewolves' mate was certainly treated that way. She was given everything she could possibly need, kept from working, fed good food and herbs meant to increase her fertility. She would be cossetted and cared for through her pregnancy, and respected for the rest of her life. The people of the village treated her like a queen.

  But all the girls knew that what she really was, was a sacrifice.

  When they had learned that the werewolves would be breeding this year, the girls of the village had flown into a frenzy. There was privilege and plenty of rewards that came with being chosen as the mate, and some girls wanted that – but other wanted anything but. Since only unmarried women were chosen, there had been more marriages in the first half of the year than there had been for two years before.

  Katarina had watched it all with bemusement. She didn't want to rush into marriage simply to avoid the possibility of being selected for this task. She had no lack of suitors – not with her beautiful auburn hair, green eyes, and apple-red lips. But none of them seemed that serious. They only hoped that she'd pick one of them out of an urge to avoid the mating.

  And she hadn't. There had been enough unmarried girls by the time of the selection that Katarina had considered her chances slim – and truthfully, she'd been relieved by that.

  They had been lined up, blindfolded, in the inn's courtyard. Katarina knew what was meant to happen – the werewolves' leader would inspect them and choose one, whichever one he believed was the best suited to their needs. The most fertile, the strongest. Not the most beautiful or the most talented – that wasn't what the girls were needed for.

  Some of the other girls, the ones who wanted to be chosen, had worn perfumes or revealing clothing. Anything to attract more attention. Katarina had worn her usual clothes, done nothing special. She'd been nervous, of course, but she'd fully expected to walk away with nothing more than an interesting experience. Entire generations of girls grew up without a mating year happening, after all, and even this time there would be only one girl chosen.

  Which was why she'd been so shocked when it had been her.

  Being treated so well had been pleasant enough, but as the day of the mating approached, Katarina had gotten more and more nervous. The last woman who'd been chosen, years before, had died in childbirth – normal childbirth – not too long ago, so she'd had no one to ask questions of. Matings were rare, and lifespans weren't that long, not even here. Violence might never touch the village thanks to the werewolves, but there was still sickness and accidents and all manner of other things.

  So Katarina had been alone with her thoughts and what she could learn from the elders of the village, which wasn't much. The women chosen for the mating were always sent into the woods alone, and they rarely spoke of what transpired afterward. Why would they? Marital relations of any kind were private business, much less something like... like this, which was mystical and strange and so very rare.

  And now Katarina was alone in the night, naked but for a thin robe, carefully walking deeper and deeper into the forest.

  The ground beneath her feet was cool and soft, no sharp stones or broken sticks waiting to draw blood. The looming trees, which might have been frightening on another night, were only beautiful in the silvery light of the moon.

  But as pleasant as the forest was, her anxiety only grew.

  Before her, the trees opened up into a pleasant woodland glade. In the daylight, it would be the sort of place a gaggle of maidens might go to gossip and pick flowers. At night – at least on this strange, rare night – it was somehow mysterious and seductive, drawing Katarina to it.

  She stepped out from the trees, her bare feet enjoying the feel of the grass. Carefully, she walked to the center, where the moon shone down.

  That was when they came out of the trees.

  The werewolves looked like normal wolves, but bigger, stronger. Their eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and when their mouths open, sharp fangs glittered within. She lost track of them, they moved so quickly and quietly. Were there five? Six? More?

  They circled around her, and Katarina felt her heart beating fast. It should have been terror she felt, she knew that, but somehow... somehow it wasn't. Maybe it was the potion they'd given her right before she left, maybe it was the moonlight, maybe it was something else entirely. But whatever it was, it meant that instead of fear, Katarina felt excitement.

  One of the wolves passing in front of her blurred, and then there was a man there. Tall and handsome, his dark hair shadowing deep gray eyes, his muscles were defined and strong like none of the men in the village – and she could see them perfectly, because he wore nothing at all.

  Katarina flushed deeply and averted her eyes. Then she paused. Was there really a reason to look away, besides her embarrassment? She was meant to breed with these men – these werewolves. She ought to at least look at them.

  She took a deep breath and looked up, taking him in. All of him. His cock hung between his legs, large and real and enough to make her draw in a quick gasp. Those gray eyes looked back at her, steady but with a gleam of something else buried deep within – lust? Could that be it?

  Another of the wolves circling her blurred into a man, this one with light hair, but just as attractive and fit as the first. They'd have to be, wouldn't they, Katarina thought distantly. If they spent their nights running in the forest, living like wild animals, they'd naturally be in good shape.

  “You chose a pretty one this time,” the blond said. His voice was low, not directed toward Katarina but toward the other man, the dark-haired one. He must be the leader of the pack, Katarina thought. He looked to be only a few years older than her, but that didn't matter. The wolves were immortal, dying only by violence. That was why they could survive even with so few mating seasons.

  “Pretty and fertile,” the leader said, his eyes still on Katarina. “We'll breed her tonight, and there will be a new addition to our pack before spring comes next year.”

  Katarina shivered. It all suddenly felt real. She was here to be their mate, the mother to a new werewolf, to be bred like an animal.

  “Are you afraid?” the leader said. His eyes missed nothing, and he'd seen her shiver, all out of place in
the warmth of the summer night.

  “I... I don't know,” Katarina said, honest. She should be, she knew, and some part of her was. But the rest of her was excited, anticipatory. “I don't know what to expect.”

  The blond laughed. “They don't teach you humans anything these days, do you?” He stepped closer, and Katarina looked up at him. “The pack will take you tonight. One of us will get you with child, and you'll bear a new wolf to join our pack. Simple, isn't it?”

  “The... pack?” Katarina glanced around, taking in the two men, the wolves still untransformed. Were there more of them in the trees, or were those only shadows? “All of you?”

  “All of us,” the leader said. His eyes darted to the blond, who moved behind Katarina in a quick motion. Before she knew it, before she could stop him, he had ripped her robe away. She gasped, standing naked before all of them, exposed. Her hands fluttered up to cover her breasts, then down to hide the cleft between her legs.

  The leader laughed, low and rough. The sound of it sent a shiver up Katarina's spine – a shiver of pleasure. She shouldn't want this, she shouldn't be enjoying the way they were all looking at her. She shouldn't be excited by the prospect of mating with who knew how many werewolves.

  But she was.

  “What a lovely view,” the blonde said. His hands were on her now, strong and rough, sliding across her smooth stomach from behind. “Don't hide. You were chosen, you're lucky. You'll remember this night for the rest of your life.”

  Katarina knew that was true. She also knew suddenly that it wouldn't be a bad memory, not at all. Her hands fell away, revealing herself to the wolves.

  Another one blurred and changed to human, and then another. More shapes slipped from the woods. How many were there? And she'd be used by all of them? Katarina swallowed the lump of nervousness and excitement in her throat. Her embarrassment was slipping away, replaced by a newly budding desire.

  “I'll have you first,” the leader said. The blonde let Katarina go, stepping away, and she took a deep breath. She pushed her long auburn hair over her shoulders, eyelashes half-lidded, and held out a hand to the werewolf in invitation.

  “Yes, my lord,” Katarina said. She accepted this, accepted him, accepted what would happen. More than acceptance – she wanted all of that.

  He grinned ferally, a quick flash of teeth, and then he was on her.

  Pushing her to the soft grass, the werewolf leader began to explore her body. He wasn't gentle or careful, but his rough demanding caresses lit her desire far more than gentleness would have. His hands seemed to be everywhere. His lips were on hers, his tongue plundering her mouth, and she yielded to him completely.

  Katarina's blood seemed almost to be burning within her with the heat of her desire. Though she'd felt inklings before, all of a sudden it was full and complete. The forest glade seemed to change into a bordello, an orgy. Was it more of the werewolves' magic? The effect of their rare mating season? It didn't matter. Whatever the reason was, Katarina wanted all of them now. She wanted them working within her, fucking her, filling her with their wild seed.

  She gripped the werewolf leader, pulling him closer in encouragement. He spread her legs roughly, settling between them, and she saw that he was hard now. His stiff cock pressed against her warm, wet pussy, ready to ravage her and fill her, and she moaned.

  Then he was thrusting into her. Katarina's world exploded in pleasure. It was as if something she'd been missing for years had been returned to her. There was no pain, no hesitation – only desire and pleasure as the first werewolf claimed her body.

  The mating was about need, nothing more and nothing less. He moved inside her, hard and rough, sending waves of pleasure through her. Katarina knew it was only the first of many, the leader deflowering the werewolves' sacrifice. And she wanted more already, so much more.

  He moved inside her, pressing rough kisses to her face and shoulders, biting softly sometimes. His thrusts became harder, and she moaned, feeling pleasure rocket through her. His hard cock seemed to fill her completely, touching spots she'd never felt before.

  The other wolves began to howl. Their leader thrust into her once more, then again, and then he released inside her. His hot cum filled her, and another wave of pleasure went through her at the sensation – the hot sticky wetness inside her. It was perfect, it was what she wanted and what she was here for.

  The leader pulled out of her, leaving Katarina bereft and cold as the other wolves howled. He looked down, meeting her eyes, and grinned that wild feral smile that made a shiver run through her, built her passion to a fever pitch again.

  Then the blond was settling between her legs, thick cock erect and ready for her, and Katarina remembered with a jolt of desire that they would all have her tonight. It didn't matter whose seed took root in her, as long as someone's did, and to ensure that they would take her over and over.

  He smiled and turned Katarina over, pushing her up onto her hands and knees before he thrust himself inside her. He took her like an animal might, rough and hard and dominant, and Katarina moaned with each thrust.

  Another man – another werewolf – knelt before her, and she felt his cock pressing against her lips. Logically it made no sense, he couldn't breed her that way, but the lust and desire of the mating ritual was filling the clearing. They all wanted her, they all felt that hot needy lust for her nubile body, and some of them didn't want to wait. They would take her like the blond later, perhaps, but for now her mouth was just as good.

  Somehow Katarina knew that without having to be told. She could feel the lust rising within all of them, taking them over, turning them into a nearly mindless orgy that centered around one thing: her. And she rose with it, wanting everything they could give her.

  She opened her mouth, taking the werewolf's cock past her red lips, and began to lick and suck. It didn't take much effort, not really. Before she knew it, he was fucking her mouth, moving with her and the blond in rhythm. They held her between them and fucked her hard in tandem, the blond plunging into her tight wet pussy while the other werewolf fucked her throat.

  And it felt good, it felt amazing. Katarina gave into the lust and the mating and let herself be used.

  The blond came inside her not long after, filling her with his wild seed, and moments after he pulled out of her he was replaced by someone else. Katarina's passage was slick with the seed of two men and easy to slide into, hungry and throbbing, aching for more.

  The man in her mouth finished, spilling down her throat. Katarina swallowed every drop she could, acting on the unconscious knowledge that their seed was sacred, special. He was replaced by another, too, and she opened her mouth for that one eagerly.

  Katarina didn't count, didn't even try to keep track. She didn't know how many werewolves there were at all. Each one of them fucked her, she knew, but some used her mouth and her pussy, some took more than one turn. She was a toy for their pleasure, a bitch to be bred, and she loved it. She knew her place – legs spread, cock moving inside her, taking every ounce of cum inside her.

  She was pulled back on one man's lap, bounced on his cock, while another held her head and fucked her mouth. Her breasts were teased, twisted, bitten until they were red and aching so pleasurably that a bare touch made her shiver and moan. She was taken on her back, on her hands and knees, on her stomach – every way they could have her, they did. Over and over.

  As the mating lust grew, the werewolves cared less and less about that one final goal, coming inside her tight, fertile pussy. They wanted to breed her, and she was never empty for longer than a second before another cock was shoved into her, but it became more than that. It was about pleasure and desire, their desire for her and the pleasure her body could give.

  Not just her mouth and her pussy, either. Katarina found her hands being wrapped around erect, steel-hard cocks, rough male hands covering them and using her delicate feminine grip to reach their peaks. More than once, careful positioning meant that while one wolf thrust into he
r pussy, another was able to press achingly into her ass, rocking into her and filling her in one more way.

  And her body opened to all of them. Katarina had never done most of these things before, never even thought of doing them, but she couldn't say no. She didn't want to, and even if she had, the mating lust was too strong. It had taken her over and turned her into a near-mindless creature of sex and need, and whatever they wanted of her, she'd give.

  The werewolves mounted her over and over. Rough and gentle, slow and fast, they had her. Each of them came inside her – her pussy, her mouth, her ass. Cum spattered her breasts and stomach, dripped down her thighs. It burned deliciously each time, and she knew it was more werewolf magic. They were breeding her, making her fit to carry their child. Their seed would battle inside her, the strongest surviving to take root.

  Each time one of the wolves found release, Katarina was rocked with pleasure. As if she was in tune with them, all of them, she reached orgasm over and over along with the pack. Each time seemed to be more intense, more overwhelming, and the pleasure of it all made her unable to think about anything else – nothing but sucking, being fucked and used, being bred by the pack.

  Katarina utterly lost track of time, lost in a world of incredible pleasure. The moon had been high above when she entered the glade, and she only began to come back to herself when it had sunk below the skyline. Distantly, she realized the sun would rise soon. The magical night would be over.

  The last werewolf labored inside her, hard and rough, and when he came Katarina was overcome by one last orgasm. She was exhausted, she realized, barely able to stay conscious as the pleasure crashed over her. She wanted to sink into it, lose herself to it.

  His cum flooded into her, filling her womb, joining with the rest of the werewolves'. She didn't know how many had come inside her that night, how much of that werewolf seed was in her belly. All she knew was that she'd never felt anything like the pleasure she'd felt that night, and she never would again.