Author's Note: This story contains werewolves, breeding, impregnation, magical compulsion, a very demanding Alpha female, and much more. All characters are 18+, and none were harmed in the writing of this piece. It is not necessary to have read the previous installments in this series, however, doing so may give you some background on repeat characters. © WednesdaysCoffin 2019. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior authorization in writing from the author.
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The stunning Alpha of the Eudora Pack might not have been a queen, but her she-wolves treated her like royalty. Seated atop a dais, the curvaceous blonde welcomed their forced arrival with open arms. Wearing only a bountiful supply of white pearls that hung heavy around her slender neck and fell down to cover her heavy breasts then pooled between her thighs, she was an exquisite example of femininity. At her high-heeled feet sat a large, lustrous black wolf with a gaudy, jeweled collar, a leash running from the steel contraption to the she's dainty hand. The message was abundantly clear: she owned the male.
"Welcome, boys," she greeted as four Amazonian guards with actual, ridiculous hand-carved spears forced the pair of wolves forward. "I must apologize that your official welcoming party is so well overdue. However, your Alpha here has been most uncooperative and was quite difficult to break. Of course, I was eventually able to make him see reason, as you can see." She petted the head of the gorgeous creature with a condescending smirk. "Isn't this nice, though? We're all reunited together, one big happy family. I must say that I was not made aware of how handsome the two of you are—just like your leader here."
"Fuck you," the taller male growled as he was forced down to his knees. Well beyond six-foot in height and with a thick but toned build, he was a formidable wall of wolf. His short but bushy brunette locks were disheveled, his face covered in smudges of dirt, and he looked partially mad as he screamed, "Let us go, you crazy bitch!"
"Very disrespectful, Jackson." The Alpha clicked her tongue at him before turning her attention to his packmate. A male of average height and build, he had bright chocolate irises that complemented his short brunette locks and thick, dark beard. "Kneel and show respect before your queen, Nathan." When the second male remained silent and motionless, two of the guards forced the wolf to his knees with a grunt.
"A lesson," the Alpha smiled sweetly as she leaned back on her throne and crossed her lithe legs. Setting her feet atop the back of the black wolf and using his body as an ottoman, she grinned. "You were captured on our pack lands in the middle of trying to abscond with one of our own. Presumably, this is due to the severely low birthrate within the Graven Pack and your need for fertile females."
"We are in a similar situation in this pack, as we are comprised entirely of she-wolves and have no—how should I phrase this? We have no available seed," she winked at the two captives. "Without such a precious commodity the propagation of the species is impossible. Do you see where I am headed with this, boys? Please tell me that you do."
Without waiting for a response, she continued. "Here in our little democracy, our fertile ladies agree that each of us shall bear at least one pup to continue our blood-line and keep our pack strong. Some ladies enjoy mothering and choose to carry additional pups, but the only exceptions to the rule are our skilled guards whom you are already acquainted with. Aren't the ladies lovely?" Her petite hand caressed the air around her as she gestured toward the group of Amazons. Each over six feet of mammoth she-wolf, the guards instilled fear by their sheer size alone.
Nathan growled as a redheaded warrior named Hilda pinched his hairy cheek harshly. "Too bad, too. This one is adorable," she guffawed with amusement. "I bet he makes adorable puppies."
The Alpha laughed and it was a trilling of deep, resonating choir bells. "You boys have both been tested and are quite fertile." Pointing at the taller male, she grinned. "Do not make faces, wolf, for this fact alone has saved your pathetic lives. You can be of use to us, otherwise you would be dead. You must know that you are a drain upon our resources and my patience. Do not forget this fact, lest you end up a wolf-skin rug in my bedchamber!"
Holding his head proud, Nathan began to laugh at the she-wolf's audacity. "You cannot force a wolf to mate you. Surely even you shes understand the basics of physiology and how a wolf's body works? Demanding that we sire your pups is simply ludicrous!"
The Alpha cocked her blonde head at his words, glaring daggers. "Oh? Perhaps you would like a word from your Alpha on this topic of debate." Scratching the top of her proud pet's head between his dark ears, she then began to laugh maniacally. "Oh dear, it seems that he's unable to offer anything useful to our conversation. Circe, my love, where are you?"
Waddling toward the dais, the two men saw a beautiful young she with deep auburn curls and a very rounded belly. One of her hands rested atop her large bump, her other knuckling at her lower back as she smiled warmly at her Alpha. "Yes, my queen?"
"This wolf says that we cannot force him to mate," the blonde continued to scratch her pet's midnight fur with a leering eye pointed at his packmates. "Would you like to display for our guests how very untrue that statement is?"
Moving slowly and carefully, as she was full with pregnancy, the witch brought herself to stand closer to the two males and her joyous smile grew. "Under a strong enchantment your Alpha sired my pups a week ago." Her tiny hands splayed around her swollen middle and green eyes twinkled. "He bred me and filled me with his seed, and now I have grown full with his litter."
Jackson's brown eyes went impossibly wide. "One week ago? You're ready to fucking explode!"
"She's a witch, dear," the queen mocked him with derision, "and a powerful one, at that. She has chosen to accelerate her pregnancy to spare herself the agony of months of discomfort. Thus, standing before you, boys, is the perfect example of how I can and I will use you to breed new pups. Though we prefer it, you need not be willing. And if either of you deliver me any grief, I am open to experimenting with your bodies as incubators for our progeny."
Still rattled and testing his bindings, Jackson growled. "A wolf can't—"
"I believe that with magic all things are possible," Circe's freckled face glowed. She then bowed to the two wolves and stepped backward. As she wandered toward her queen and the dais, she fought to avoid Chris' haunting eyes as his beast watched her touch her stomach tenderly and she heard him chuff helplessly. He might be trapped inside his lupine form for the moment, but he was fully aware of what was happening around him.
This was the first time they had laid eyes on one another since their breeding session in the Alpha's bed, and the witch looked upon him with a warmth and sadness. If she could, she would thank him for the gift that he had given her just a week before, for the two little lives that were growing strong inside her womb. In her most vibrant fantasies, she would tell him about their pups and he would rejoice; they would be a happy mated pair. Alas, she knew all too well that the Alpha would never give up her most cherished pet.
Bringing her from her thoughts, her queen's voice boomed throughout the space. "I think we understand one another now," she addressed the two wolves. So, with no further ado from either of the prisoners, the Alpha appealed to her packmates. "Ladies, these two wolves will be placed back into their holding cells and fitted with collars. If you are intrigued by either of these specimens, you know the procedure."
Gesturing towards the taller brunette who was hissing at the guards, she purred. "This tall slice of fury is Jackson," she informed her pack, and then turning towards the bearded man, she smirked. "And this silent but deadly specimen is Nathan. They are lovely, are they not? I may even have a lick of them for myself," she laughed and her congregation echoed her amusement. "I expect that within the next few months we will be hearing some excellent news, ladies."
At this, she clapped her hands to dismiss the group with a triumphant grin pressed across her devious red lips. Tugging at the leash attached to her exquisite creature, she smirked. "Come, pet, I may have further use for you today."
The breeding rooms were little more than white cells with no furnishings as it was easier to maintain control of an errant wolf in a barren setting. More often than not the males needed to be placed under a compulsion, at least at first, but even under a spell there had been a few fairly minor incidents in the past where furniture had been used as an attempted weapon. Thus, lesson learned, the decor was quite bland.
Kaia watched in wonder as the guards dragged the massive, hulking body of her chosen wolf into the room. She expected him to be kicking and screaming until one of the witches arrived, so she was not prepared for the fact that he was entirely motionless. Her eyes must have communicated her utter shock, because several of the guards snickered.
"He's under," a masculine Amazon named Hilda stated the obvious with a wink. "Feisty, this one. Had to give him the needle to shut him the fuck up and get him collared. And even with three of us, he's quite a beast to control." At this, she winked again.
A curvaceous blonde with an hourglass figure adorned with thick hips and heavy breasts, Kaia eyed the deadweight of the enormous male and frowned. Standing above the wolf and mesmerized by his stillness, she ran a nervous hand up into her flowing honey locks and sighed. "Will he be alright?"
"He'll be fine." The guard waved a dismissive hand and made an amused noise. "Now inquiring minds wish to know why you chose this one? The other one is much more agreeable in looks and not such a hulking beast. I bet he provides adorable little pups."
Still unsure herself, the 25-year-old she squatted down beside the sleeping giant and hesitantly touched his hair, finding the wild brunette locks to be soft beneath her fingers. "I'm not exactly sure," she informed her packmate. "Something about him spoke to me when he was brought before the Alpha. I like that he's such a formidable presence."
Hilda shrugged and made another noise deep in her throat. "Have at it!" she cheered as she stuck her head out the door, glanced down the hallway, and then grinned. "Willow, my dear, walk a little slower, won't you?"
A fairly plain-clothed, appropriately gangly brunette of an indeterminate age and forgettable looks meandered into the room and smiled weakly down at the other she-wolf. "Am I to spell him?"
