A week passed quickly following the event of discovering the grove, and then discovering that we shared our world with werewolves. Highly intelligent and efficient beasts, the males of the village were tasked with simply growing the population and protecting the borderlands. The females pledged under the totem of their goddess, Luna, and defended the village with their warrior prowess and deity appointed magic.
Human to werewolf relations had not been considered until one day, a woman going simply by Red had stumbled upon a werewolf that led her off the path to her grandmothers and toward the grove. When the ritual magic of Luna had filled her with a desire to mate, the werewolf claimed Red and she gave birth to a full werewolf pup. Given that werewolf females were rare, human females were now the breeding source for their population growth.
When a werewolf reached adulthood, the grove's magic would be far reaching and pull an offering to it for his first claim. I learned that my werewolf's name was Rumiel from the village girls, and that I could not leave his side until his seed would take. I felt overwhelmed by the thought that I was going to breed with him until I could bear a pup.
As young as he was, he could sense my lingering fear at night while I heard the painful birthing spasms of the women who were in labor. He would nuzzle into my neck and crane his arms around my body. His warmth would wrap around me, his musk would fill my senses, and I'd feel at ease once more.
Though, I can't deny that him being young and virile meant we had plenty of blissful mating sessions through the woods that the werewolves called Sundrea. Clothing was permitted once you were pregnant, but for the interim, I had to always be naked in front of Rumiel so I was ready for when he wanted to mate.
Today was no different from any day this week since our first union. I had been walking alongside him while he completed a brief patrol around an area that was his responsibility to guard. It took about two hours before he was relieved by another werewolf and we wandered toward an area of the forest that had clover growing all over the floor.
I knelt down on the clover and started searching for one with four leaves when Rumiel approached me while I leaned over with my pale backside in full view. I could tell by his breathing that a heat snared his loins and he rolled me over onto my back, then pulled my legs toward him. I smiled and felt a rising heat stir inside of my womb at the smell of his saturating musk, with a pride swelling in my chest that I could fill a beast with such desire.
His wolfish snout rooted between my labia and rested pressure against my clit. Pushing his maw into my opening, his long and canine tongue hungrily lapped into my inner walls, making soft, wet saliva sounds each time his tongue snaked into my cunt. My breathing hitched in my belly, each whimper from my lips was timed with his persistent tonguing of my swelling folds.
I sighed and felt the heat rise to my cheeks, bowing my knees out as far as they would go while Rumiel's tail wagged intermittently, puffing as he sucked the desired juices from my spread sex. I reached my hand out toward the top of his head and petted the fur between his ears until my thighs started shaking. My breaths were huffing deeper and closer together, and I couldn't stop my pelvis from raising up against Rumiel's probing maw.
Rumiel was taught by his human mother that pleasure for your mate would elevate the number of times she was willing to be mounted. I was in bliss every time Rumiel tasted my pussy. The outdoor exposure would brush cool air over my breasts and the wide open space raised my arousal that anyone could stumble upon us. When my hips would begin stirring against his maw, Rumiel would lap across my eager clit, listening to how quickly my breathing would elevate under his tonguing.
"Oh, I'm gonna come, Rumiel!" I uttered through a thread of moans between my heaving breaths. My hands clenched at the clover beneath us and all of the muscles of my body tensed when Rumiel slipped out of me and flicked the soft, flat edge of this tongue firmly over my clit until my bumpy insides seized with my release.
My cries of passion filled the air until I was spent and my body relaxed against the cool clover ground beneath me, feeling a collection of wetness settle between my thighs. I panted heavily as Rumiel released a deep and canine groan from his maw and crawled over my quaking, naked form.
Hooking my legs over his shoulders, his full knotted length was swollen and dripping with precum from the tip that I desperately wanted to suck. Guiding his veiny erection to press against my wet folds, he slipped down until he was at my opening and pushed until his knot docked with my slit.
"Mmmh!" I hummed in relief as Rumiel filled me, and he leaned forward to push my knees against my chest, mounting his legs on either side of my raised ass. Not wasting time, Rumiel bucked down rapidly against the flat surface of my thighs, hammering his growing knot against my pelvic bone. It was the only sound that was rivaling the erotic notes that carried into the thick wooded air from my gasping lips.
Sweat beaded on my heated skin as the time stretched on with his eager hips rubbing his arrow-shaped crown near my cervix. Our bodies rocked quickly against the softened ground with my feet swaying in the air above us, and his wolven form hunched over mine while he rutted his knot demandingly between my thighs.
Oh, Rumiel. My sweet, horny beast.
The huffing from his chest was deep and quick, reminiscent of his canine heritage, panting with gaping maw with his tongue dangling from his sharp row of teeth. The stirring of his wolf-like whimpering was changing into growls that were a prelude to his release. I could feel that deflated bulb tightly balloon to almost double the size while trying to force its way into my soaked folds. Rumiel was close, and since I hadn't pleasured his cock with my mouth today, this ejaculation would have the most volume bursting inside of me.
I heard a distant growl behind me and angled my head toward the source direction in sudden awareness. Rumiel slipped out of me quickly, stood to attention with all of his fur raised in aggression, and his shaft was sentient in its retreat to his furry sheath. Low and rolling growls constantly threatened from his belly at the unknown intruder I couldn't see. His nails, usually resting around an inch, had extended until they were double in size.
I heard an ethereal sigh all around me that seemed to come from everywhere while I calmed my aroused breathing. When I heard it grow louder and surround me, I heard a female's voice hum into clarity to say a single word.
"Run."
I got up from the ground and ran behind Rumiel toward the village. He rushed past me and the sound of barking, growling, and whimpering from several werewolves that were with him were fading as I sprinted toward the village. I happened upon another wolf that had been patrolling the adjacent area and my panicked hand shook in the direction I ran from.
"Rumiel's being attacked!" I said no more than that and the werewolf unleashed a shrill, single note to the canopy, and started a howl among the others in the area that responded. I could hear growling all around me and padding paws sprinting toward the direction of Rumiel. I picked up my feet and ran the rest of the way into the village, where the female werewolves let me inside.
A pack of the she-wolves started to circle out from the immediate boundaries of the village they had built, with that same ethereal magic I had listened to earlier now filling the air. One of the women with a growing belly in the second trimester gently held my arm and guided me.
"We need to get to the gully!" She said in a hurried manner while she was leading us to a collection of tall stones that led into a deep chasm that was overseen by the bulkier she-wolves of the village.
"What's happening, Amber?" I asked while I helped her climb into the vein below that all of the women of the village were entering and lighting torches along the way.
"A rival is invading the territory. Could either be werewolves or minotaur. Were you with Rumiel?" she asked. I nodded.
