A Wolves' Bitch

When Rhiannon awoke she found herself in another room, different to the one her master had had his way with her in. It was slightly smaller, was furnished and had an archway in one wall that led to what appeared to be an en suite bathroom. She was lying on a round bed in the middle, still covered by animal furs but with a curtain that was now drawn encircling it. Groaning she propped herself up and massaged her temples with one hand. Had it really happened? Had she really been bred by a...wolf?

Slowly, gingerly she reached behind her back towards her shoulder blades. And sure enough she found two wounds, deep gouges inflicted in the throes of passion. But somehow they felt as though they were nearly healed? She touched them curiously, flash backs of the intense overwhelming sensations she had enjoyed came back to her. Taking his cock, feeling it swell and grow as he began to transform. And then the hot torrent of cum that had penetrated her and filled her womb. Rhiannon gasped at the memory and sat up promptly hands feeling her belly anxiously. What greeted her inquisitive fingers was firmness and a bulge that ever so slightly protruded over her pussy mound. Upon contact with it her mind became surprisingly calm and she happily trailed her finger along her bellies circumference. Some inner mothering instinct purred with delight at the thought that she might indeed...be pregnant.

As Rhiannon was making the inspection of the new changes to her body the entrance door to the room creaked open. In walked Valencia, clothed in a simple cotton tunic and long hair braided down her back. Her plump face alighted with delight when she saw that Rhiannon had awoken.

"Oh! So you're finally awake! I have been counting down the weeks."

She exclaimed, clapping her hands together appreciatively.

Rhiannon stopped and looked up. Hands still on her precious belly. Valencia noticed this and her smile grew even wider.

"So I see you've discovered that the breeding was a success then?"

Rhiannon's brain worked over time, broken from its happy stupor the reality started to take hold. She had been fucked. By a werewolf. And some how she had already started to show signs of pregnancy.

"I've...I've been asleep for weeks?"

Rhiannon stuttered eyes wide. Valencia's face softened and she went to a corner of the room where a chest of draws stood pushed up against the wall. Opening it she withdrew a woolen blanket and walked over to the naked Rhiannon offering it to her. Rhiannon took it and wrapped herself up in it.

"Do you mind if I sit down and do some explaining?"

Valencia asked carefully, knowing the Rhiannon would be experiencing some shock. Rhiannon nodded weakly.

"Well first things first. I suppose you know now that the myths and legends are true. Werewolves exist."

Valencia began as she took her place beside Rhiannon on the round bed.

"We obviously don't like to broadcast it to everyone, but every now and then something leaks. Thankfully it more often than not gets blamed on people having hallucination or taking drugs and it just aids to fuel the legend. It doesn't pay to be a hunter and have your prey know your whereabouts."

She chuckled, while Rhiannon's eyes just grew wider.

"So, you're a werewolf?"

She timidly asked the somewhat plump and on the short side woman who sat beside her.

"Well, Lycan is the preferred term. And I am, a Lycan by blood. However, I haven't been bred yet; and until I am I'm pretty much genetically human. It's the same for all Lycan females."

Valencia said glancing down at Rhiannons' little belly with a glint of envy in her eyes.

"Then why take me? Why am I here? Why have I been....bred?"

Rhiannon trailed off, the gravity of the situation was getting to her. Valencia noticed this and reached her hands out and laid them on Rhiannons' thigh reassuringly.

"Because you have the honor of being part of what is pretty much the royal family of the Lycan communities blood line. My brother, Alec who bred you is one of two sons. Our father was the over arching pack leader for the Southern hemisphere. He since stepped down as is traditional, when his first litter turned thirty years of age. There were two sons and three daughters in the first litter. Those two sons each capture a human girl and do their best to breed her. Whoever sires a healthy litter first, shall be pack leader as they then already have successors."

She stopped to let Rhiannon take it all in. At first all Rhiannon could think of was the name "Alec" so that was the name of the father of her children...or pups?

"But why a human? Why not another werewo- Lycan, I mean?"

Rhiannon asked.

"Because that would be too easy. A female Lycan such as myself becomes fully turned when my virginity is taken. Which means during pregnancy I can shift into my Lycan form in order to...accommodate the off spring."

She paused. Biting her lip, obviously unsure of how to continue.

"The reason you have lost these past few weeks from your memory is because you were initially very unwell. Which, I will say is something Alec was very pleased with. I'll explain. Because your male offspring are Lycans while forming in the womb, your human body recognizes them as being foreign and attempts to terminate the pregnancy. This is what made you so desperately unwell until the anti-rejection bodies in Alecs' saliva made their way into your system and calmed everything down. That's why he gouged your shoulder blades and then licked them while the wound was open. His saliva contained anti-rejection properties that help you keep the litter. "

Rhiannon almost subconsciously reached behind her and touched the round welts on her back. It somehow comforted her to know that they had been inflicted in order to save her and her offspring. Offspring...she was getting very used to the idea now.

"The reason why Alec was pleased you've been ill is because it shows you are carrying at least one male pup; a possible successor. But I will say this also, in all my reading of ritual human breeding never have I come across a case as bad as yours...Either your body is more sensitive or you're carrying a litter with a high number of males. Which is very desirable"

Rhiannon couldn't help but smile at that, she was delighted that she had pleased Alec. Valencia continued.

"Now. I must tell you that this is not all without substantial risk to your health. You've come through the first stage remarkably well considering how unwell you were. But there is still more to come. Before your breeding I took you and prayed to your belly and breasts that they may be able to endure the load that they will need to carry. I don't need to tell you that we call them litters for a reason. A litter of pups is usually a minimum of three and will need to be carried to full term for them to survive, as we dare not enter the hospital system for the fear of being found out. Simply put, the human body is not designed to carry that many offspring and will either miscarriage...or the mother will die from hemorrhaging and the likes."

Rhiannons eyes grew wide and she felt a cold sweat appear on her brow. But it wasn't so much for her own well being she cared, but for the little lives with tiny beating hearts beating along side her own safe in her womb. Or so she desperately hoped.

"Lyon, mine and Alecs' brother bred a girl two weeks ago who unfortunately lost the litter. In the very early days, during the rejection stage. Her memory has since been wiped using a herbal concoction and she has re-entered her old life as normal."

Valencia stood up from the bed, smoothing her tunic with her hands.

"Tradition dictates that Alec, nor any other males may see you until you reach a certain size and begin to lactate. I will tend to your needs while you grow your litter. I will also help you initiate early lactation. As Lycan males historically have a fondness for their bitches breast milk."

She chuckled. Rhiannon stopped dead. Of all this information nothing shocked her as much as the thought that she wouldn't see Alec again for what might be months. Why did she care so much? For this man, this wolf that had taken her and bred her against her will? Little did she know that in being bred by him her mind and body had become loyal to him. That strange magnetic, lust inducing power she had first experienced in the males presence now manifested itself inside her. Growing stronger and his litter inside her grew larger.

Rhiannon was snapped out of her stupor of thought when she realized Valencia had undressed and revealed her caramel skin in its abundance. Her succulent thighs met in the middle and her small paunch of a stomach rested happily atop them. She was definitely pear shaped. Her breasts, on the smaller side were made up for by her glorious apple shaped butt that stuck out proudly from behind. She walked over to Rhiannon, her skin alight with gold shimmer reflecting the lamplight. Gently she reached for the blanket Rhiannon still had around her shoulders. Tenderly Valencia removed the blanket slowly and drew it away from the bed. Rhiannons nipples stiffened in reaction to the cool air, and to the sultry sight of the woman in front of her. Valencia smiled coyly, kneeling on the side of the bed facing Rhiannon closely.

"And now I will teach you the motions you will need to preform in order to induce lactation."

Reaching out her small delicate hands she placed them on Rhiannons ample breasts. Her hands were cool and smooth to the touch, and they began to expertly massage and knead the soft flesh. Rhiannon gasped a little at first contact, but the combination of the sensation and looking into Valencia's deep pools of dark coloured eyes calmed her. Valencia continued to work at Rhiannons breasts. First in circular motions slow, steady; then faster jerkier movements, pulling them away and pushing them back. Rhiannons eyes were closed, soaking in the sensations. She felt utter trust with Valencia and it would be a lie if she said she wasn't attracted to the voluptuous woman either. Valencia then began to flick her nipples and Rhiannons eyes shot open as shots of pleasure ran up and down her spine.

"oooh, so you like that then?"

Valencia murmured softly, stilly teasing and flicking the now puffy nipples.

Rhiannon nodded biting her lip, fuck yes. It felt good.

Valencia moved even closer to Rhiannon so close that their noses almost touched. She searched Rhiannons eyes, sensing the inner strength of this mother to be. Somehow, this girl had something fierce in her; fierce like a wolf.

Overcome, Valencia grabbed either side of Rhiannons face and drew her lips towards her own. She kissed her almost violently at first, before softening and allowing Rhiannon to respond. Rhiannon did so by tangling her hands in Valencia's long dark hair and kissing back tenderly her lips parted and tongue flicking playfully. They embraced like this, exchanging gentleness now, through their lips. Softly they stroked each other's face and bodies uttering forgiving murmurs of pleasure. Their bodies were warm against each other's now, skin velvet soft. Valencia smelt of spice and musk and the smell filled Rhiannons brain with a glowing aura of contentedness. It was time to finish the lesson.

Gently Rhiannon took Valencia's head in her hands and she guided her mouth to her breast. Valencia took the nipple in her mouth and began to suckle. Both women closed their eyes and enjoyed the sensation, the closeness. Rhiannon couldn't help but think though, of how many hungry mouths she might need to feed once her litter was born?