This is number eight in the ongoing saga. Check out my listing and you'll understand anything you've missed.
"The bloodline needs some help from the outside, and you are a strong looking dog. If you do well, I may let you meet my bitch. Then we'll talk about why you left your territory to visit mine, Alpha."
Dominic accepted the offer and spent the next two days planting his semen in the females offered to him. When it came time to meet the queen, he'd felt under-whelmed. The other bitches had been adequate, but they were young and could learn. The queen had no excuse. When he'd entered the room she took no interest in him at all. In a "do as you must" fashion, she spread her legs so that her skirts parted to expose her sex. Dominic, a bit offended, stood looking at her. Her brown eyes showed her boredom.
"How many times have you done this, my queen?" Dominic requested as he moved closer to her.
"Whelp, I've been a mother way before you were born. Why would I find any fascination in some pale pup from..."
Dom shoved his tongue into her hole and she gasped. She jumped away and said, "That isn't the protocol for mounting a queen."
Dominic responded, "Shut up. Enjoy it while you can. I'll be going back to my home, soon."
After she failed to respond to his attention, he finally forced her, with a few mental suggestions, to become aroused. Not too much. She couldn't think he was changing her in any way. She writhed under his tongue as he finally smelled the flow of her arousal. After what seemed an eternity he shoved into her and was rewarded with the most expert pussy he'd ever been in. He came quickly, pitifully. The queen expertly slipped him out before he got comfortable and he was ushered away to the king.
Rodrigo, greeted him with curiosity again, "The girls tell me much about you. You take your time in approaching and mounting a bitch. All here have learned from the age of twenty, if not sooner, how to receive a mate. You've come across one who isn't educated? Possibly a black one, like my pack?"
"Why do you say this...Rodrigo?" Dominic made sure it was okay to say his name.
"Because, you showed no curiosity. A white guy usually shows a little bit. You don't show any. It makes me wonder how many you've seen. You seem to be waiting to see something here. What do you seek?"
"There is a female. I've taken her for my own. She is black. She is somewhat uneducated, as you say. She's not stupid, mind you. I need to know where she came from."
"We've lost no women. However, there were a few of an outside pack that left here for better prey. Perhaps, my queen can help you. She's from that pack." Rodrigo gestured to his left.
With this, she let her presence be known and sat down next to Rodrigo. She appraised Dominic as if she hadn't fucked him a few minutes earlier.
"They've been gone for over thirty years. They moved north."
"Do you know where?"
She looked around the room in thought until she came to what she was thinking. "They came from the bayou, so they'd probably settle near a heavily forested wet area. Virginia, perhaps. Or, the islands along the coast of Carolina. You aren't from the coast, are you?"
"I'm a Midwestern boy."
"It would be too cold. She can't be one of my family."
"Funny... I keep seeing a glimpse of her here and there."
"Midwest, you say? I hear it's flat there, and dry."
Dominic finally felt what she didn't want him to. She was probing for information on him. He cut off her penetration of his mind forcefully and replied nonchalantly, "It can be very wet during the spring."
The queen wiped her brow. His little reprimand had been very effective. She recovered quickly, though.
"She may be one of us. Describe her."
"About 5 foot 6, with a thin frame, skin like chocolate, high cheek bones, almond eyes, like yours..."
"Do you have a picture?" Rodrigo asked.
"No, I didn't think of bringing one. I could draw you a picture."
Paper and a very sharp pencil were supplied. He quickly, but carefully drew as accurate a picture of Ellen as he could. He wasn't quite satisfied with the nose, but his studies at the University had been so long ago. The picture was snatched from his hand and given to Rodrigo. He squinted at the face a moment and passed it to Stella, the queen.
Dominic didn't trust her impassive response. He pulled out of her quickly that Ellen's face was of great interest. She looked like her sister.
"You are alone, are you not?" Stella didn't show her shock as she changed the subject.
"I have a small pack..."
The male finished for him, "of mostly, made wolves. You are the only borne. What color is her fur?"
"Rodrigo, I'm not sure."
"She doesn't hunt?"
"No, sir. I don't change to take my prey, either...."
"You need to learn more about yourself, before you can lead her to the right path, dog. You mustn't mount her until you're clear about your role. Will you be the dominant, or will she?"
"I've taken the role, but I'm not sure if it fits now."
The queen walked in front of her mate and raised her skirts. He opened his pants, exposed his thick cock and said, "I am the submissive with my mate. Though I am the alpha, I deny her nothing."
He rubbed the head of his dick against her and penetrated. She ground on his pole as he continued, "If you give her the control, she will be your strength."
She moaned and shook as he gently, unceasingly rode her. "I have been with many," she panted, "but I chose him because of his will to please me. You need more bitches. I can see, even after me, you're not satisfied. Take him out." Dom was waved away as if he were a subject.