Now She Speas in Wolfsheim

Author's Note: This story contains a virgin witch, human to beast transformation, breeding, and more. There is a slight Non-Consent aspect to the beginning of the story, but this is not a rape fantasy. All characters are 18+, and none were harmed in the writing of this piece. This story was written recently and is indicative of my current writing mood, so I hope you enjoy. ©WednesdaysCoffin2020. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior authorization in writing from the author.

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How had a simple morning jog turned into this? Her nails were full of dirt and detritus, her short auburn locks decorated with a bouquet of dead leaves. Dirt was smudged across her tanned skin, particularly on the tip of her button nose. She was wearing the signs that every single, agonizing step of the journey she had screamed for assistance as she clawed the ground and tried to staunch their ability to drag her across the invisible boundary. She had even attempted to call upon her magic and the coven's reserves, but one of the wolves had immediately uttered an ancient dialect that rendered her helpless. Now she was forced to accept her inevitable fate, as there was an unspoken understanding among her coven: one sister-witch was not worth risking the entire congregation. If she was brought across the line into the werewolves' territory, no one would come for her.

And so she had fought tooth and nail against the two towering wolves as they dragged her slowly toward their pack's lands and away from her freedom. The first of the males, the one who claimed to be the elder brother, was nearly seven feet of stocky muscle and sun-kissed flesh. A brunette with scruffy, wild hair that hit just below his ears, he possessed a long, bearded face with slight flecks of gray amidst the coarse facial bristles—just enough to make him appear distinguished rather than old. He was the one that was currently holding her over his monstrous shoulder, carrying her like a flimsy doll through the dying, autumn landscape as she uselessly tried to fight her way out of his vile clutches.

Walking behind them, the younger wolf was smirking cruelly. Also quite tall at over six feet, this male was toned but lean and pale. His long, angular face was highlighted by a jaw that was chiseled from the finest marble and a pair of hauntingly brilliant chocolate irises, all framed by straight raven locks that flowed down to his wide shoulders. Freckles dotted the bridge of his nose and scattered softly down toward his pale lips, which formed a perfect cupid's bow. Full of a perverse playfulness, he had been the first one to grab her, making certain to fondle her breasts as he carried her through the woods towards the boundary between the sisterhood's lands and those of their mortal enemies.

No one who crossed the border ever returned, and so the legend that a sister-witch could feel the geographic line in her bones was just that—a legend. But Ruby was certain that the frozen shiver that traveled up her spine in that moment was just this, and that she had just been forced beyond the point of no return. Covered in earthen dust and copious scratches, several of her nails already broken and bleeding, she sobbed as the elder wolf approached a small clearing and carelessly dropped her without warning.

Her petite body hit the ground with an impactful thud and she cringed as her back and buttocks absorbed the bulk of her fall. Terrified, she watched as the two wolves towering above her began to hastily remove their clothing without offering a word. But before she could think to speak, the raven-haired male squatted down beside her. Without a word, he reached out and waved his hand through the air as though a magician displaying his talents. Her eyes widened in horror as his pointer finger shifted fluidly into a gigantic claw and a cruel smile painted across his handsome face. Heat danced in his chocolate irises as he used his new talon to slice through her black shorts and blue sports bra before he quickly tore the scraps of fabric from her body then violently tugged her sneakers off her feet.

At this, the now very exposed, bearded wolf cleared his throat and his deep bass ebbed across her flesh like a comforting summer breeze. "I'm sorry that you appear to be so terrified, little human. However, please know that we mean you no harm. We are simply here to welcome you into the pack and your new life. You will be treated like a goddess among our people," he offered as his voice trailed off.

Kneeling at her feet, the second wolf was sniffing the air above the apex of her thighs and practically drooling. In a soothing baritone, he observed, "She smells of homemade desserts and something else—something magical. Perhaps Alyssum? Underneath it all, I can smell her fertility is at its peak." His hand floated above her abdomen and the mysterious claw melted back into his flesh. "She is ready to be mated."

"She must survive the transformation first," the graying male demanded in a stern tone. "Do not forget that until she is a wolf, she cannot carry your litter. As you very well know, impregnating a human witch will only lead to a horrifically tragic death. You must control yourself until she is one of us, little brother—only then can she survive the mating and birth a litter. "

This seemed to sadden the other wolf, and he bowed his head as thunderous storms passed through his passionate eyes. "I do not forget her." His voice had grown soft with a sorrowful reminiscence. "Nor do I forget the younglings that were lost along with her. You do not have to remind me of the tragedy, brother. My heart still breaks for the loss of the fine she as well as the litter. She would have been a fine mate."

Face stony, the brunette man gestured with his chin toward Ruby, and her heartbeat began to race in fear. "Bite her then. Let us see if the witch's perfect human physique is strong enough to survive its first change."

Ruby tried to inch backward away from the long-haired male, but he pounced atop her and buried his face into her neck with a bestial snuffling. First inhaling her skin, he began licking hungrily across her throat with the flat surface of his rough tongue, an animalistic purr resonating deep inside his diaphragm as he tasted the earth and sweat off her skin. "Sweet sister-witch," he cooed as he nibbled passionately on her chin and roughly molested her exposed breasts. "Are you ready to embrace the beast?"

The agony was instantaneous as he sunk a set of lethal fangs into the flesh of her shoulder, painfully scraping against bone. As the sweet coppery taste of her blood flowed across his tongue, he fed from her energy and she writhed beneath him in agony. He tasted her aura shifting wildly as he feasted on her humanity, and Ruby screamed and shoved with all her might at his pale chest but it was no use. After several minutes of a searing suffering that bled deep into her bones, he backed off and kneeled beside her.

With one careful lick across her incinerated flesh, he smiled comfortingly, kissed her forehead tenderly, and then pressed her hand to the wound. She was amazed to find that there was no blood: the puncture marks had already healed themselves as she lay glaring up at her horrid kidnappers. Utterly shocked and disbelieving, she continued to stare at her fingertips as the bearded wolf offered her a sympathetic smile. "It will begin soon. Pray to your goddess all you like, you will be a wolf by the end of the hour."

"And then we will fill you with our seed until it leaks from between your porcelain thighs," the raven-haired male snarled. Pressing his soft lips against the delicate shell of her ear, he allowed his warm breath to tickle her soul. "I will make certain to seed you so that your belly begins to grow, witch. After tonight, you shall become heavy with my litter so that all of the wolves in the pack know that you belong to me. I promise you, you will be mine, little human."

Ruby might have slapped him—there were many things that she would have loved to do to the obnoxious wolf—but the sharp, stabbing pain that ignited down her spine caused her to cry out and nearly faint. When her body began to adjust to the feeling of unfathomable agony, it spread like a flowing mass beneath the surface of her skin and caused her bones to quiver. Willing to do anything to staunch its progress, she began rubbing her back violently through the dirt beneath her, anything to make the feeling abate. Mewling in fright and coating her backside in a thick veil of brown earth, she protected her small breasts with her hands as she flailed and fought to rub whatever it was off her body.

Seated in the dirt beside her prone body, unabashedly displaying his nudity, the younger male looked rather amused at her fumbling. "You cannot possibly hope to rid yourself of your fur, little witch. Don't you feel each individual hair pressing up through the layers of your human skin? Your wolf wants to be born, she. She wants the kiss of sunshine on her pelt, it's natural for our species. She has been awakened and now she desires full control. As cliché as it may sound, the less you fight her the easier it will be for you."

Ruby whimpered as she felt pins and needles forcing their way out of her spine, her frantic rubbing causing a bump to develop on her lower back. Unable to cease her feverish activity, she continued to roll and writhe in an attempt to combat the horrible feeling of dread that was consuming her human soul. Something had inch-wormed its way inside her skull, and it began to whisper a mantra of the most tempting promises. This distraction, however, did nothing to slow her transformation as individual strands of fur jackhammered their way out of her flesh, elongating as a continuous stream penetrated her backside; and she began to grow a mat of midnight fur.

Clueless as to what was happening and unable to see the changes that had already begun, she focused on the pain that was centralized in the bulge atop her tailbone. What had been a small lump just moments before now appeared to possess a mind all its own, wiggling atop her skeleton and pulling her flesh taut as it too appeared to be lengthening. The pressure she felt when she rolled onto the mass was a horrible thing and she yelped, twisting and flailing from side to side as the searing agony continued to attack her lower back.

Frantically trying to understand what was happening, she flipped onto her hands and knees to try and get a better view of her backside. As she craned her neck to glance over her shoulder, the devilish young wolf reached out and sunk a pair of lengthy fingers into her sex. "She's already warm," he observed with a lusty lupine growl. His voice shifted to something feral as he removed his fingers from inside her walls and sniffed. "Your heat is coming, witch. Soon you will have no choice but to embrace your animal. A she-wolf in her first ever heat is rabid with need and mindless for a male. All coherent thought will be consumed by wanton flames."

"Allow the shift to happen, brother." The elder wolf sounded tired as he sat on a fallen log and studiously watched Ruby. Casually resting his elbows on his enormous knees and his chin cupped in his monstrous hands, he bent forward to closely observe the writhing female. Sniffing the air, he nodded slowly. "She is already progressing rapidly into her change. I too can smell her need and I can hear her inner-monologue, as well. She is trying to fight her wolf, trying to force the beast out of her mind and remain human. She fiercely denies her attraction to your scent and proximity, but your fingers inside her sex flipped a switch. Do you see her stump is trying to wag at the sound of your voice?"

Aware of his words but lost in the mayhem of her own mind, Ruby shrieked at the terrifying realization that the piece of flesh dancing on her spine was a languidly elongating tail. Reaching back with annoyance, she grabbed the thick stump and tugged violently, only to issue a bark of pain. Tears cascaded from her eyes and she fell back into the dirt face first, whining in frustration and fear. The prospect of having a tail was horrifying to her; the thought alone caused a waterfall of emotions to rain down her cheeks into the crumbling leaves and torn grass. Silently praying for a savior, she clutched handfuls of earth and pebbles as she watched the drops of saline tumble to the ground.

The long-haired wolf's voice was like a feline's languid lick across her folds and she shivered as he spoke. "Her sex has already begun to darken in color and her labia are spreading wider, the inner lips have nearly completely disappeared. Her she-wolf must be desperate for it, because the witch is progressing faster than any other transformation I have witnessed." Pausing for emphasis, he raised his voice with pride. "I told you she was strong, that she would survive!"

Their voices sounded far off to Ruby, as though the brothers were located at the opposite end of a tunnel. Crawling through the dirt to escape her captors, she continued to sob as her entire body was enveloped in an inferno of agony. Opening her mouth to issue another terrified scream, she heard nothing but the explosive pop of her jaw as it unhinged and her skull exploded in a nightmarish array of fireworks. Silenced, she could hear the fragile bones in her face cracking as they prepared to draft an elegant muzzle. At the same instant, the tan skin across her cheeks rippled in a wave, lifting off the bones and shifting around as her nose began to flatten and turn black. She lost all sense of smell, and was no longer tormented by the taste of the younger wolf's virility wafting straight to her core.

Kneeling and clinging to a nearby tree trunk, tears continued to freefall from her eyes as her upper lip split and began to tug upward as it was simultaneously being shoved outward. Pulled so tight that her upper frenulum tore and her septum snapped, the suffering was only made worse by the sensation of a series of pin pricks dancing across the surface of what had been her top lip. As sharp fibers began to demand their exit from inside her flesh, Ruby's eyes opened long enough to see her nose travelling slowly away from her frightened gaze as hideously long fibers sprouted to the surface. 'Whiskers,' the voice of her wolf tried to comfort her. 'You are gaining a regal muzzle with plush whiskers. A face befitting of a beautiful she-wolf,' it purred.

Attempting to offer comfort, the elder of the two wolves dipped his tone into something compassionate as he observed her fast-moving progress. "It's okay, little witch," he informed her calmly in a silky smooth tone that caressed and cooled the internal fire. "We know that it hurts, but it gets easier with time. The first shift is always the worst. Each successive transformation gets easier until you learn to manage the pain, and then it will be second nature and you will forget all of this."

His voice was a balm against the torment, her spine bowing at his honey-soaked words. 'Alpha,' her wolf whispered and it was like a calm breeze. 'He is our Alpha and he will protect us.'

Roughly sinking his long fingers back inside the walls of her sex, the black-haired beast growled. "Think about the reward for a successful shift. Your heat is growing, sweet she; I can smell it in the air that surrounds us. Your wolf is issuing the call to any males in the vicinity that she is strong and she is ready to be bred. She is begging for a male of our species to seed her, and my wolf is very ready to satisfy her needs."

His words literally fell on deaf ears as Ruby's hearing was abruptly muted. With her bones continuing to rearrange themselves as her snout took shape, she allowed her fingers to nervously palpate its surface as she rolled onto her back. Her ability to hear continued to be cut off as her once very human ears were transformed into something lupine, migrating to the top of her head where they peeked out from her auburn locks. Twitching side to side in an effort to assess her surroundings, they stood proud atop a skull that was still amid its monstrous alteration.

Fingers pressed to the spongy black tip of her leathery new nose, she whimpered and sniffled loudly as the agony continued to rule every inch of her being. She was absolutely certain that she could feel the individual strands of fur pressing out of the top of her head, her once beautiful, silken locks disappearing in their wake. All too suddenly she was aware that she must be hideous—a ludicrous creation with a wolf's head seated atop a woman's body that was adorned with a long black tail.

Still more tears welled in the ducts of her eyes as she realized that she truly would never return to her coven: the sisterhood would never welcome a mangy canid into their midst. As her mind raced, that alluring voice whispered across her pelt, promising that the future was worth forgetting the past. 'Let it go.' The words were a velvety spell. 'You are a wolf now, and you are destined for greatness. Forget what you were and embrace what you have become.'

Pining for her lost humanity, she began to inventory her changes and the sensations that her body was being forced to undergo. The dense fur that coated her still very human body had yet to cover her chest, and the younger wolf was now suckling at her puffy nipples as she lay on her back doing her best impression of sobbing. There was no denying that his tongue flicking languidly across her erect peaks brought a rush of moisture between her legs. Under the spell of pheromones dancing throughout the clearing, she allowed her right hand to snake down her stomach toward her sex as she delicately pressed her fingertips into an enormously dense forest of hair.

Petting her dewy vaginal folds through the thick patch, she allowed the she-wolf to take further hold of her mind. Continuing her mantra, the voice promised Ruby rabid, violent sex with the gorgeous young wolf. Her altered sex wept hungrily at the thought, her fingers travelling closer to her clit at the thought of being stretched painfully wide on a wolf's enormous length. The she-wolf fed her a steady stream of mental imagery that centered around a monstrously large phallus jutting from a furry sheath. As the vile and perverse visuals ignited a fire in Ruby's toes, she began to abandon her fight.

Initially pleased at her shift in desire, his body beginning to grow stiffer with her response, the long-haired wolf was shocked when his tiny witch suddenly shrieked in pain. He pulled back from her breasts with a dramatically loud slurp as he watched the petite creature begin to tremble. For the poor she, her torso had simply exploded into flames; the conflagration near instantaneous as she felt her ribs cracking and popping, nearly snapping free of her human shell as her torso began to violently lengthen. The voice inside her mind went utterly silent as she yowled, her entire aura consumed by unfathomable torture.

Within minutes she had grown significantly, her chest now a broad barrel of toned muscle and her small breasts entirely dissolved into her bestial form. As her hips popped free of their sockets, she cried out again, spasming wildly as the bones in her legs began to break apart and then restructure themselves; a searing, blistering nightmare was all she knew as she howled. Her humanity had disappeared completely beneath a cloak of midnight fur as deadly claws began to force their way out her fingertips and toes, gnashing everything in their path and baptizing the dirt with her blood.

Inside her mind, the war raged on. That alluring voice had returned, again whispering of the pleasure and power that awaited her. At the same time, desire was being fed straight into her sex as a need to conjoin bodies with at least one of the males became dire. Her vulva had become swollen, her puffy lips leaking viscous fluids and dampening her fur as she fought to keep her breathing even. The taste of male in her nostrils was overwhelming, the need brewing a desperation that was perpetuating the swelling within her nethers. Her lupine brain focused solely on the idea of mating, forcing her furry genitals to react to the proximity of the pair of virile males.