The Wolf-King
by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/
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Oct 8, 2008
Second Revision: Mar 6, 2009

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This story contains descriptions of an adult nature.  If you are a minor or
person offended by such materials, you should not read further.  This
story does not necessarily reflect any people or practices in the real
world, and should not be taken as reality.

Codes: Mf, best, oral, piv, zoo, 1st, knot

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The full moon loomed high above the rune-etched standing stones which had
been erected ages ago in this clearing in the forest.  Gloomy pines stood
tall all around the circle, ancient blue-green sentinels which caught the
moon's rays, hoary like the snowfall that would not come until the passing
of several more cycles of that pallid orb.

In the circle, five youthful maidens knelt, waiting for what they knew would
come, afraid, though the emotion was muted and mingled with excitement--a
low tension, knowing only one of them would be chosen.  Still, they had been
specially prepared for this night, embodiments of warm, budding sexuality
untouched by man, the tribe's finest and most beautiful. They were naked,
kept warm only by the gentle air of a summer night, and each had been
meticulously bathed and anointed with special oils to make their scent
pleasing to the one they were awaiting.  All hair but that on their heads
had been removed from their bodies with a specially prepared salve, leaving
them as smooth and soft as when they had been born.  Kneeling on the ground
there under the moon, they waited quietly as they looked to the ground in
front of them them, none speaking, each entranced in their own thoughts as
they held themselves in an almost meditative state of waiting.  Like many
before them across the countless years, they knelt patiently, waiting for
the wolf-king to appear, knowing that one of them was to be his chosen.

The wolf-king, too, knew that the time was nigh. So quietly they did not
notice him at first, the one the maidens awaited stalked into the circle and
cast a glance over them with his gleaming yellow eyes. Large and powerful,
his body was coated with thick grey fur, and his face showed clearly his
wolven ancestry.  This magnificent beast was no mere dog, and he was large
even for a wolf.  The girls kept their heads lowered as they watched, not
challenging the beast, but none entertained more than a fleeting thought of
trying to run.  This was what they had come for.

Circling around the five maidens, the wolf-king peered at them cautiously as
his nose sniffed at the scent they had been anointed with, then his keen
muzzle came near to their skin as he loped closer and began to inspect each
offering.  He nuzzled their hair and sniffed them back and front, judging
each one in ways they did not know as they knelt still, tense as the moment
of choosing drew near.  One of the five would be this creature's mate
tonight.

Haughty Shealeh with her knee-length platinum locks tensed as the great
beast's black nose trailed over her soft bottom, but then passed on. She
peered back over her shoulder cautiously at him, her soft lips pouting a bit
as she gave her hips a wiggle, hoping to catch his attention once more, but
the great wolf was already inspecting the twins.  Leilen and Saeryn had
shorter, golden hair, tumbling in curls over their shoulders as they stood
in the proper position on all fours for the wolf-king to inspect them. 
Giggles shook their fertile bosoms as the beast's fur rubbed against them,
and they could not help but wriggle as they looked back at him with soft
brown eyes.  The wolf-king seemed pleased by them, taking a few long whiffs
of each one's scent, but he was not ready to choose yet.  Moving on, he came
to Cymelle, a petite redhead with the lightest peppering of freckles over
her nose and loose waves in her light, silken hair.  Once again, black nose
inspected the girl's rear as she waited obediently, raising her rump
slightly to him as her shining eyes peeked shyly over her shoulder. The
great beast lingered upon her, but then padded onwards to slender Lacyla,
her violet peering at the creature curiously from between stray locks of
snowy white hair.  "My Lord Wolf..." she whispered to him, quivering, small
pearly teeth nipping her own full lower lip.  She was a little afraid as the
wolf-king approached, enough to draw a snort from the grey-coated beast as
he passed her by, though she felt immediate disappointment afterward.

The great wolf-king turned, lit in the moonlight so that his fur seemed like
silver, and cast his golden gaze around the circle once more before padding
forward. Cymelle shuddered slightly as the wolf's nose returned to her and
began to nuzzle at her soft, rounded bottom.  His tongue lapped out, seeking
for her sex, and a rush of shuddering excitement ran through her as the
realization hit her.  He was choosing her!  Carefully she went on her hands
and knees and moved forward across the soft ground, presenting herself to
him as his nose sniffed her youthful body again. The other girls crept
submissively forwards, a bit disappointed perhaps, but knowing what their
place was to be in the ritual.  Each settled on their knees around the
wolf-king and his chosen, watching, but with downcast eyes.

Cymelle was in a rush of excitement, however.  She had trained attentively
for this night, memorizing what was expected in the ritual in the hopes that
she would be chosen, and now she shuddered with nervous anticipation at the
thought that she had actually been the one tonight.  She remained kneeling,
and the wolf moved in front of her and licked her innocent-looking
high-cheekboned face, then stood waiting.  Her rich blue eyes shimmered as
she looked close at him, though she did not meet his gaze.  He was quite
close to her now, large and imposing now that she could see him up close. 
He was watching her with his keen yellow eyes, tail held high, moonlight
shining off his rich pelt.

Looking lower, Cymelle's eyes widened as she saw that his shaft was exposed
from its furry sheath and glistened in the moonlight, a glorious specimen of
wolven virility.  Rich red veins formed a network across the surface of that
pink cone of hardened flesh, large to match the rest of his body. 
Cautiously, Cymelle approached him, crawling towards him on hands and knees.
Taking the creature's massive erection tenderly in her slender hand, she
kissed its tip lovingly, tasting the moisture there as she expressed her
gratitude for being chosen as his mate this night.  Then she gently wrapped
her soft, plush lips about it and began to suck gently, moistening him and
giving him the stroking pleasure of her tongue.

The wolf's eyes slowly closed, his mouth seeming almost to smile as the
girl's lips wrapped around his thick shaft, a warm sigh escaping from him as
the small hands of the other four girls began to caress his grizzled pelt,
each watching with their eyes not meeting his own golden gaze.  With a
rumble, he backed out of Cymelle's mouth suddenly, pawing the ground
eagerly.  The signal was obeyed immediately, the girls guiding Cymelle down
on all fours, her tender rump presented in mating position as the little
ginger-haired beauty peered back over her shoulder at her new lover, her
breaths growing heated as her heart raced.

On silent paws, the wolf-king approached her, his pointed muzzle poking
between her legs.  His hot tongue licked over the fresh, pink lips of her
virgin sex, tasting her and making her gasp as it touched her clit for the
first time. Slowly, she spread her legs to give him better access there,
letting him lick eagerly as she felt herself begin to moisten.  The
sensation was somewhat strange to her, but she soon found herself enjoying
it as the wolf's hot tongue caressed her sensitive areas, stimulating her
little clit as her arousal increased.  Once her nectar was flowing, the
great wolf gave another eager rumble, and rearing up, his moonlit body
mounted her, his eager shaft prodding against her nether lips.

The priestesses had taught the girls what to expect, and Cymelle braced
herself as she felt the mighty wolf's shaft touch against her maidenhead,
biting back her whimper as his powerful thrust broke through, taking her
virginity and claiming her as his mate.  The crystalline sheen of tears
appeared at the corners of her eyes, but beyond that, she did not weep at
the pain.  He wasted no time in beginning to pump his strong hips into her,
the warm tightness of her virginal sex around his bestial cock igniting his
pleasure and the desire to plant his seed in the girl's womb.  His hot
breath flowed over her as he leaned his head close to hers and began to lick
her ear as he worked his shaft back and forth within her tight passage.  His
fur caressed her bare back as he moved, surprisingly soft against her
delicate skin, and her pert breasts swayed slightly with the rocking of her
body from his movements.

It took her a moment to adjust to his eager motions, her full lips parted to
gasp for breath, but slowly she began to feel the pleasure of it, through
the lingering pain.  With a soft purr, she shifted slightly beneath him,
raising her rear more to give herself to him.  Her rich red hair spilled
forward over her shoulders in wild locks where the ribbons did not tie it,
and she licked her lips, closing her eyes as she began to savor in the
feeling of the magnificent wolf mating with her.  Her friends' hands were
feeling her breasts, but soon withdrew as the great wolf began to thrust
more eagerly, keeping their distance now so as not to anger the beast.  Now
Cymelle was set apart from the others, her hair spilling to the ground as
she felt her animal lover drive deep into her, his hot fur rubbing her back
as she raised her bottom towards him, giving him an ideal angle to thrust
into her.

She was completely at his mercy, mating passionately with that magnificent
wolf, but she felt little shame at it.  She had been trained for this, and
she welcomed it, her tight little sex squeezing the beast's virile cock,
eagerly embracing it as he mated with her.  Girl and beast were joined in
intense passion, moving as one, and she cried out in ecstasy, wanting
nothing more than to pleasure him, to feel his seed gush into her hot and
waiting womb.  His thrusts were powerful, hungering for release as his
muscles flexed under his dense coat to power his motions.  It was something
primal and heated, and she let out a louder cry of pleasure as she felt the
mighty beast mating with her, his shaft filling up her sex with every
thrust.  She let herself slip into that feeling until all she was aware of
was her union with her wolven mate and the hot passion of his movements as
his powerful chest stroked her back with its soft fur, her own movements
meeting him eagerly.

Time seemed to blur for girl and beast as they writhed in the throes of
passion, each feeling a growing pleasure as their bodies intertwined in the
lewd heat of the moment, blue eyes and gold lidding as each savored the
sensations.  "Oh, yesss..." Cymelle whispered, the wolf rumbling his
pleasure in response.  "Oh, oh yes..." Her soft bottom began to sway as she
thrust back at him, meeting the pumping of his strong wolven hips to drive
his shaft deep into her with every thrust, moans of pleasure in her throat
with ever motion now, as her little pussy clenched tight around the wolf's
shaft, eager to milk him dry.

Then, the base of his cock began to swell within her, tying his body to
hers, and she cried out eagerly for what she knew was about to come.  The
creature's body tensed, and his hot seed began to rush forth.  Wolf semen
was flooding her as the pleasure she gave to the beast reached its peak, and
she could feel his warm spurts gushing out deep within her.  Trembling with
the joy of having been chosen to receive the beast's holy seed, she moaned
in ecstasy, feeling the fullness of his knot in her as his hot virile fluid
poured into her womb.  She let out a soft whine as he jumped down from her
back to face away from her, his body still joined to hers for the duration
of his climax.  Already she missed the heat of him on her back and his feral
thrusting within her.  A warm flush touched her cheeks as she waited
patiently for him, wishing to please him to the very end.

Finally, the wolf-king's knot subsided, his pleasure lingering as he peered
over his shoulder at the girl he had just filled with his heated seed. 
Slipping free, Cymelle turned to place an adoring kiss on her lover's
bestial shaft, then allowed him to lick her face hotly, meeting his tongue
with her own.  Then he slowly lead her into the forest, leaving the other
four to return home, their duty now to leave food and gifts in the circle
for the mate of the wolf-king.  As Cymelle slipped through the dark forest
behind her wolven lover, she thought upon what this night meant to her. The
pact between human and beast was renewed, and the spirit of the great forest
would once more tolerate the human presence for another term. She would be
mate to the wolf-king for many moons hence, until a new wolf-king came to
replace him, when there would be another ritual upon a moonlit night, as it
has been since before memory.

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