"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?"
I raised up and looked down. There was a red-brown small dog laying on the floor. It cowered to the farthest corner.
"We found him here when we came to check on you. We've tried to communicate with him, but he hasn't responded."
I peered down at the dog's face and said, "What the fuck? Ron?"
The cur wagged his tail slightly in acknowledgement of his name, but I didn't get anything from him. I concentrated and thought, 'Come here and put a paw on the bed if you understand.'
The dog looked at me then strolled over submissively. The paw tapped the bed lightly and he curled into a ball where he stood. I wasn't sure if I was still dreaming. When I woke up again, Naron had some tea and an assortment of rolls for me to eat. Ron was still there waiting. I wasn't sure what had happened to him. The last thing I remembered was getting ready to gut the man. Naron informed me, "Your friends have arrived. Our principle queen requests an audience with you."
"My sister is always welcome in her own home. And so are the boys. I'll be strong enough to go soon?"
Naron tensed, but normally said, "You will be strong enough in a few days."
"Good." I tried to ignore the obvious secret. "Could you get my dog some food and water? He's used to eating three times a day. Have I been out for long?"
"No, my lady. Just for a few days. Should I get you some clothes for your visitors as well?"
"No, I'll just stay in bed, thanks."
Dominic and James cautiously walked in and looked at her face.
Ryan bent down and took my hand. "What happened to you? You look totally drained. Not that that would stop me from wanting you...."
"Tell it to your bitch, Ryan," I joked back at him. "Where's Rousseau?"
Ryan looked wistfully down at Ron and sighed, "He didn't come with us. He's gone back home. He left a few days ago."
I suddenly couldn't breathe. I thought for sure he'd be there when I woke up. We'd all been a group for so long. I looked over at Ron and said, "Bastard." 'This is all your fault.'
Dominic tried to make me be optimistic, "I'm sure he'll return. He did seem to be in a hurry."
"I'm going to sleep now. Don't worry about it. Dominic, I'm sure Jimmy's introduced you to Lucy, so don't bother. I can smell it on you like bad cologne. I'm too tired to do the dance, so..." I waved my hand at them to go, and Naron raised his arm to guide them out.
Life at Lucy's pack was very calm. I barely heard a word from my friends as I recuperated. Ron was learning very well how to be the good dog. He seemed to be quite happy at times. I even taught him how to walk on a leash. I had just returned from a walk when I heard Lucy talking about someone she sent for to make things balanced for me. That was my cue to go. There can't be two prime bitches in the same pack. It would be ugly once they both went into heat. I talked to Naron and got a car off of him. He said he couldn't guarantee it's reliability. It didn't matter. It just had to get me to the airport.
My reservation was confirmed for Australia, and I figured they wouldn't go looking for a bitch there. He offered to mount me, so that I wouldn't get too restless on the plane. I declined, but gave him a quick thrill with my hands for the offer. I knew he'd never be in Lucy's arms again. It was a shame. He was nearly as prime as James.
The minute I stepped off of the plane, I felt like I was in California. I'd never been to California, but it felt like what I thought California would be. The sun was warm on my face and I took off my heavy coat to stop from spontaneously combusting and ran into a little old lady who was struggling with her things. I offered to help her to a cab, but she looked at me funny and stomped away. I didn't look funny. I had a t-shirt and a pair of jeans on.
I felt a hand on my arm and a rough looking man with a badge said, "Come with me, Miss."
I was led through what seemed to be a series of offices to a well lit room with a table and some chairs in it.
He set me down in the farthest chair from the door and asked, "So, how much did you lift?"
I muttered under my breath, "Oh, I'm still black here. I get it."
"How much?"
I looked him in the eye, "I didn't lift anything. You can check me if you like."
"Saucy, are we? I'll have someone do that, if you want. Later. You didn't get off the plane with any bags. That's odd."
