"So you are Dominic, huh?"
Dom stepped toward the shorter thicker version of Ellen and bowed. "My queen."
She lay across the chair as if she had more than just the filmy robe on. "She said you were a big boy. I thought my James was tall, but you are most appealing."
"Is she well?"
"She sleeps," Lucy dismissed the question and leaned to an upright position.
Her skin was the color milk chocolate with deep black large nipples pressing out toward him. Dom sat down at her feet and looked up at her coy face.
James moved Dominic to the side and pulled off his shirt. Lucy's hand went to his nipple and she caressed his stomach. He bent down and presented his neck to her. She moved his head and kissed his lips. He let out a sigh and kissed her back.
"I accept you."
"Oh, Lucy. I love you," he murmured as he sat down with her.
"As much as you do Ellen?"
"More, mon cheri."
"Then why have you not presented my new mate?"
"My queen, Lucy. May I present Dominic Severus, my master and mate."
Dominic looked up at her and nodded.
"Your mate?"
"He will be yours if you wish, my queen."
"Present yourself, dog," she spread her arms to him.
Dominic took off his shirt and kneeled close to her. Her smell was different to the sweet intoxication that was Ellen. She felt his chest and ran a hand over his silky black hair. Her movements pulled him in and he presented his neck without thinking of the danger. Her lips were firm and moist as she sucked the salt from his skin for a short instant. Her breath on his skin made him shiver.
"You are a prime male," she whispered seductively in his ear. "James has two daughters. You must promise not to taint the line. I will mate you. I promise you no offspring. I may not be satisfied."
Dom moved away slightly and smiled, "You know that I can satisfy. You just do this to keep up appearances. My bitch doesn't care whether I mount anyone but him. He knows full well that I am very capable."
She grabbed irreverently at his crotch and he obliged with a pull of his zipper. He let his cock slide out and greet her thigh. She felt him and he closed his eyes at how she coaxed his member to firmness.
"We are eager to please, are we not?"
"Whatever you want," was his response to her gentle tugging.
He kissed her forcefully and didn't bother to take off his pants before he entered her. Just as he'd suspected, she was ready and experienced in the movements to make him come. He let his first orgasm wet her appetite then worked to satisfy her.
This bitch was more forceful in her directions. "More!"
He drove deep into her gradually as she bucked under him. She moaned in a pleasant counterpoint to his grunts. He felt her loosen her grip on him as he slid out. She had a practiced box instead of Ellen's natural grip. This gave him room to think about how hard he wanted to press and how much of him she would enjoy. James suckled at one of her breasts as she ran her fingers through his hair. Her eyes closed and she purred sweetly in his ear. Dom slowed the pace and allowed her to calm down enough for the big try.
His knot would be forming and he wanted to be sure of the surprise. He could feel her deciding to beg when he pulled nearly completely out. She was his slave before she knew what she would endure. Dominic took great pride in the fact that this woman would be his as much as James was now.
She gripped his forearms in an attempt to move him closer. He let out a grunt and James knew exactly what to do. The light tongue across the top of his rod excited him even more and he felt Lucy enjoy James as well. The man held up her ass as he licked and sucked at the joining of the two. When Dominic felt her contracting, he lunged fully in, pinning James between them. Dom shoved James aside and let his knob form deep inside her. She squealed and tried to back away, but there was nowhere for her to move. When she realized she'd be stuck, her lips curled into a smile.
"So that's why you came highly recommended."
"Who's pussy is this?" Dom shoved in just as deep again.
"Yours, my king. Oh, definitely yours," she growled as she curved to grab his ass with both hands.
* James wasn't quite sure why he had been told to present himself to the prime mother. The old crone hadn't asked for him. He was told to go alone, which was a most unusual request. It was known to the pack that he was a pair, now. Without Dominic, he didn't know how to act. Recently he'd become accustomed to referring to his mate most of the decisions. Le Rousseau made it most clear that the woman would sense this weakness.
"What a pleasant surprise," a very tired voice spoke through the low stale light in the darkened study.
"My lady? I come only as a courtesy. I noted the time of year and assumed her ladyship would be sending for me just about now." He looked around the room. It looked the same way it had when he'd first been in the room, some twenty years previous.
"Shut your trap, boy. I felt it, you know. You can't hide it from me," an ancient hand appeared from behind the layers of billowing dark fabric of the dress which shrouded the old woman and her cushioned chair.
"My lady?"
"You finally show your true colors. Well, I got a few pups out of you, anyway. So tell me about the trip. The boy's been keeping things from me. The meddler. What has happened? The big rat. He's been in the area. Who was taken?"
"No one, my lady. Not one soul. I had thought that possibly..."
"You're hiding something. Spill it."
James looked down at the floor.
"The pup. What of the pup?"
James tried to evade the question, "We have no pups in the..."
The annoyance in her voice made James curve even lower into submission than usual, "The bitch. The new bitch that does not choose to pay her respects. What of her?"
James paused for a moment then said, "The queen..."
"The bitch, boy. She's not queen, yet."
James shuddered, "The...the bitch is recovering from a minor skirmish with...with..."
"The rats, right? I told him, he should have just taken her. Where's Rousseau," the woman's voice seemed uncertain under the gruff tiredness.
Rousseau's smooth low voice came from a corner of the room, "Did you think I'd be separated from you, madam?"
James let out a little squeak as his master's eye's caught what small amount of light that was allowed in.
The elder's voice filled out slightly as she worried, "Have you seen her? Is she tainted?"
"I have seen her. She is weak or I would have moved her. She survives. She made quite the run after a straggler before I could reign her in. Imagine that." James could have sworn he heard a wide smile on Rousseau's lips.
"And you hid this from me? It proves what I thought. You chose well," the amorphous body behind the fabric settled deeper into her chair. "I was beginning to think you'd go another cycle. Good. Mate her quick, before the rats realize what we have."
*
"My queen?" A voice nagged at me to wake up. I felt like I'd been hit by a thousand volts of electricity. "We apologize for the interruption of your sleep. What are we to do with the dog?"
