Cella lazily watched the young man that was pulling up in the wagon, the witch lidding her eyes as she saw his strong form shifting and rippling as he heaved up boxes of heavy supplies. Once every few weeks the young man came up from the town that surrounded the silver mines to bring her supplies. She didn’t live anywhere near town, she had carefully set herself away from it so that there was an aura of mystery that surrounded her. That’s what they craved here, in this rough new world, mysticism, old world magic, something of the mother land that made them think of home.

It didn’t matter that most of the men here had never been to Europe, had only heard of it from their parents, they still identified with those distant shores as their home. They were filled with strange fervor for the old myths and legends that had been liberally blended with the native beliefs of this land. It created a unique opportunity for her when she had grown tired of dealing with her old life and wanting to come to a new one. But it was still hard for her to see through the eyes of the locals, understand their twisted odd beliefs.

_As if the mountains aren’t lovely enough for them, the wide open spaces, the lack of crowding. _ She thought and took a sip of her tea as the man paused to pat the aging donkey.

Beatrix was helping him, the younger girl a rather unique mix of various bloodlines, with golden skin and deep green eyes, her hair a fiery auburn. She doubted the girl even knew her own potential when she’d been taken on as Cella’s apprentice, but even that appealed to her. In the old world finding an apprentice was laden with political meaning, families would be offended if someone plucked a girl off the streets, but here, it was so much simpler. She could train her how she wished, no longer worrying about the politics of the matter. It was perfect, a set up that pleased her to no end, a quiet life, but a good one.

Beatrix had already proven herself adept at learning, their small house was frequented by miners and their wives, even the local judge and a few wealthy business owners sought her out. She didn’t promise miracles, but she delivered hope here. Her extended life had blessed her with time to learn magic, master it, time to find her own happiness. She had seen nearly two centuries, and it was that gift that she wanted to see passed on along with her knowledge. Her apprentice had proven herself time and again, her eager mind, her clever way, she would have

“I think I brought you everything on your list, ma’am.” Don said with a slow drawl in his voice, glancing up at her. “You had more this run than I’m used ta getting for you.”

“Yes, it’s nearing fall, some things aren’t able to be found the rest of the year.” She said easily, lifting a brow ever so slightly. “We won’t need anything else until spring, I don’t think.”

“Well, ya know how to get ahold of me if you do.” The young man said, his smile sweet as she gestured for him to come up onto the porch of her home.

She had made her list with care, because some of the ingredients had to be modified from what she would have found in the old world. She had taken care and research for the spell she was going to weave, one that would give Beatrix a life span that would allow her to establish herself and develop her own life. It would only take the blessing of one of the old gods, summoned into physical being and given the ability to sire a child on a witch. She had borne a daughter that way, a daughter that created a tether between herself and the spirit realm. Beatrix would soon know the same joy that she had, the same power.

She regarded Don as he came up onto the porch to take a seat beside her, the handsome young man drawing a long look from her apprentice. The man was the ideal candidate for the change, especially given that she knew that he was drawn to Beatrix. That would make sure that once he was ridden by the old god he would want to breed her, have her. A bestial desire that she was going to be able to control, and tonight with the full moon rising, she would be able to call the lupine spirit into being. It was the perfect night with the stars aligned and the edge of magic already building in answer to the change of the seasons.

“Here, have something to drink.” She said softly and lifted a pitcher of the chilled sweet wine to the man. “There’s no need to go back tonight, stay and rest, you have done enough hard work.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Don answered with a sweet smile on his face, taking the offered drink with relief.

Cella only smiled at him when he raised it to drink, the herbs she had pounded into the wine would take time to work on him, to prepare his body for the offering. Thankfully, she had added just enough opium to the mix to take him down to make him pliable. She wouldn’t risk losing this chance, not when she had come so far to make it happen.

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The flash of the firelight cast an orange glow in the clearing as the silver moon hung high in the sky, the scent of herbs was thick on the air, making Don want to sneeze as he strained against the rope that bound him. He was leaned forward, his head tipped forward over his chest while his breathing came out slowly and his cheeks flushed a hot red as he stared at the women that were in the middle of the clearing. He felt as if he still had cotton between his ears, his thoughts slow as there was a flare of the fire as more herbs were thrown onto it. He let out a guttural noise in the back of his throat, shifting his weight forward, straining a little further against the restraints.

“What’s… happening?” He slurred and his tongue felt thick and slow, his words barely understandable as he pushed past the haze of drugs that were left over.

“He’s awake, finally…” He heard Cella say and swung his head towards the older woman that was standing beside the fire. “Just in time.”

“Miss Cella… Beatrix… what is happening?” He choked out and then felt a hand rest against the line of his back.

He turned his head and flushed hotly as a nude Beatrix stood beside him, her body painted in what looked like glowing trails of silver and not a stitch of clothing on her. Her nude frame outlined with the fire so that his eyes saw the swell of her breasts and then he jerked his eyes away. The heat pounded in his ears, fear and embarrassment warring between them as he thrashed again and felt the rope biting against his wrists, his back arching in place with a noise. Cella didn’t answer him, instead, she moved in closer with a small pot in her hand, a pot that glowed as bright a silver as the moon above them.

She leaned down and dipped her fingers into it, trailing his digits across the spread of his chest, tracing the silver paint on him and he jerked when he realized that he was entirely nude. This was wrong, this was so wrong, he had been enjoying a drink on their porch with Cella, talking with her about the coming of fall and then the world had gone strange and dark. He had lost any and all control of his body, unable to keep his eyes open, his last clear memory had been her soft voice and echoing words chasing him into the darkness.

“Miss Cella!” He choked out and lifted his head up as the fingers trailed lower, the paint creating an elaborate glyph.

“Come closer to him, you are a matched pair tonight, Beatrix, you are at your most fertile and that will draw the god to our vessel.” Cella murmured softly as he felt a strange spreading heat where the paint was spread over him.

“Let me.. go..” He muffled a noise and then shuddered as the fingers went lower and he protested with a low noise in the back of his throat.

The spasm ran through him as the trace of the paint was spreading and there was a sharper scent of herbs filled the air before the woman smiled up at him. She didn’t respond to his demand to be let go, instead she reached out and pressed a thumb right along the curve of his forehead. It seemed to burn, sending a shudder down the length of his back and it was an electric thrill that caused him to let out a guttural noise in the back of his throat. His body felt too warm, even in the cold air he was flushed and feverish while Beatrix moved in closer to him, her body just barely brushing against his side so that he tried to shy away.

“Here?” She asked and was nervous sounding as he tried to thrash his way free, twisting in place wildly.

“Yes, tonight, you are bonded, drawn together, calling down the moon to fill your fertile body with new life, tying you to the spirit world.” Cella said and Don felt a surge of very real alarm rushing over him.

“I didn’t.. agree to this.” He snapped out, his voice cracking while he tried to thrash his way backwards again, but the woman ignored him, instead, she began to chant in a soft voice.

Cella lifted her hand up and opened her mouth wider and sang out an ancient sounding song, one that reverberated around him. Beatrix remained nestled close him, her hand lifting up to rest against his shoulder as the fire flared brighter and he felt heat racing down his spine. Beyond the fire, the world seemed to grow darker, the smoke from the fire almost seeming to glow as the witch lifted her hands up higher and suddenly there was a shape in the herb filled smoke rising up. Eyes seemed to glow from the heart of the smoke, twisting upwards as the chanting words became a song that echoed in his ears and Beatrix stiffened up beside him.

A howl broke free around them, coming from everywhere all at once as the smoke formed a growing four legged form, massive and looming just above him as a lupine head formed. Tooth filled jaws of smoke parted as the howl broke forward again and the woman began to sing out a welcome, rising higher in the air. She was matching the howl in her song as the smoke-wolf padded forward and seemed to sniff the air, eyes that glowed like coals were turned towards Beatrix, fixing her with a long look before he let out another short snarl and the eyes swung towards him.

That was all Don saw before the creature lunged towards him, the smoke growing more solid looking as jaws opened wide. He let out a short scream, ducking his head down, expecting to feel jaws clamping down around him, but instead, the smoke crashed against him. It didn’t spread around him, it poured into him, funneling through his body in a surge of fiery heat that made him throw his head back. Something immense pushed through his skin, bulging outwards until he threw his head back and his scream turned into something else. A long low howl broke past his lips, liftin up to fill the air as his body jerked and arched, bulging outwards as something filled him up and began to try and rip his body apart.

“Welcome…” Cella said in a husky voice, but Don couldn’t think as his fingers curled and jerked against the rope.

Something was causing him to feel a ripple of movement that ran against the line of his chest, his stomach, something filling him so that his skin felt flushed and tight. His breathing started to come out in a series of little pants as his head tipped down and he groaned while Beatrix moved at his side, her scent suddenly filling his nose. It wasn’t just the faint sweet scent of clean woman, it was something that called to the part that filled him and began to make his muscles twitch and shudder. He breathed it in and allowed a baritone growl to trickle from his bared teeth before his body began to change and twist.

The rope suddenly broke as his chest began to swell, his entire body throbbing in time with his heart beat as his jaws began to ache and he felt his teeth starting to curl downwards. The feel of his canines curling downwards caused him to jerk in place, breathing out in a heavy burst that came free. His body was shuddering as he panted out and drew in another breath of the sweet fertile scent of the female as his entire nose began to

push outwards and he dropped down to the ground, his hands curling into the soft soil.

His fingers were starting to change, thickening as the nails began to grow larger and formed heavy claws. His eyes blurred as his nose started to push outwards, his teeth growing larger and larger, no longer fitting in his mouth as he let out a ragged cry. He could see a trail of fur that was starting to grow along his arms, horribly spreading up the length of his legs, dark silver tipped fur that was covering all the way towards the tip of his fingers as they became shorter and more pawlike.

The muscles were rippling as he snarled out sharply and the sound became more animalistic as Beatrix made a sharp sound of shock. He rolled his eyes up and looked over a muzzle, the world alive with scents as his tongue spilled out and his teeth sharpened into a long pointed muzzle. His back was growing larger, his chest swelling as more fur spread over him, arching against his back until he tipped his head down and his ankles gave a sudden pull. They were lifting higher in the air, his toes growing thick black claws while he panted with his tongue hanging out.

“Please… st-stop….this…” Don choked out, his voice a loud snarl that broke free while the fur spread down his back as well.

The skin was disappearing beneath the spread of dark fur, swallowing his humanity even as his ears were growing longer to either side of his head. The world growing loud with all new sounds, even the subtle sound of the two women’s heartbeats. He let out a sharp snarl and curled forward as his stomach felt a sharp cramp, his body continuing the changes with little care to what he was feeling. Something in him was fixating on Beatrix, the scent of her, the sight of her, all of it swirling through his mind and trying to swallow his struggle to silence the surges of lust that were growing, his heavy breath loud and shuddering in his own ears.

The world went red around he edges as the changes ruthlessly spread over him, his body shuddering in place while the length of his cock started to change as well. He shoved himself back up onto his feet, balancing on the tips of his toes as Beatrix moved to half hide behind Cella, his eyes fixed on her as the length of his cock began to grow tapered. The flesh growing darker while it swelled larger and larger, the shape beginning to change even as his body felt a flash of lust and desire, something surging through his mind, his thoughts.

It was a creature that snarled out of his muzzle, loud and violent as he watched his balls begin to be covered with a soft velvety trail of fine fur, something more bulging just around the base of his cock. The skin starting to form a low slung pouch, reaching up to swallow along the length of the dark reddening flesh, the bulge that swelled at the base shocking him until he was leaning forward. His harsh snarls turning into a low rumbling noise as the swell of his length became larger, more canine, swaying along his stomach with a shudder of desire and lust running through him.

He reached out and one of his claws caught against the edge of a tree, his claws ripped through it as he tried to push away the growing desire. His world was narrowed down to the young woman, the scent of her causing him to feel twinges of white hot arousal that made it impossible to think straight. The last changes that ran through him made him snap his jaws shut, twisting his lips backwards to show the sharp glistening teeth as he heard Beatrix let out a soft noise and there was something pushing up through his thoughts.

The bitch is in heat… It said deep in his mind, trying to push away his dismay to replace it with his throbbing needs.

The creature in his mind was vast and wild, ancient and the scent of her fertility made sure that his sheath tightened strangely. He flung his head backwards and sniffed the air, drawing it into his lungs while he straightened up and drew enough breath that his chest swelled. He turned his head all the way back and opened his jaws wide before something bubbled up from deep inside of his throat. The howl that broke free was nothing that a man should have made, it rose up and echoed in his ears even as he struggled to control himself.

The creature in his mind was ancient and wild, staring at the naked young woman in the moonlight and knew that she belonged to him. His arousal made Don struggle as he shifted and felt the powerful furred body that he inhabited moving with ease. His ears were flushed, burning hotly as he struggled to keep himself in check, but he was lost further into the heat of the moment. Her fertile scent caused him to take a step forward and she shrank back, causing him to snarl as the creature in his mind pushed him to lunge at her, take her, breed her.

I’m not an animal… Don thought wildly, trying to push those thoughts away, but they refused to leave him, the surge of arousal and desire twisting together.

“Welcome, I have given you flesh, now I would beg a boon and a gift.” Cella spoke and the wolf turned his head towards her, trying to restrain himself. “Gift my apprentice with your seed, long life, and have the night to live in a mortal body once again.”

Don struggled against the surge of interest at the offered gift, the wolf within him had wanted this for so long. There were so few of his worshipers left, it had been too long since he’d been offered someone young and fertile. She could bear him a child, a new avatar to walk the world so that he could once more leave the realm of spirit for a body whenever he desired. And she was so ready, he could taste it. Don struggled to keep himself in control, but the creature within him was eager, ready, and his eyes locked on the young woman staring at him with disgust on her face.

His.

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“Mistress..” Beatrix breathed out, his eyes wide and panicked as the dark shape of the wolf crouched and snarled in the moonlight.

The teeth glistened, sharp and terrifying as his long muzzle was tipped down and large orange-amber eyes stared at her and the lips were wrinkled backwards. The divinity that rode him was an ancient primordial being, the magic coated him and she could feel it, but the form he took repulsed her. She had expected him to be ridden by a spirit that would retain his attractive masculine form, but as the wolf stood he looked little like a man. The low growl filled the clearing and he straightened up on bent bestial legs and his ears twitched to either side, his chest rising and falling heavily.

He was an unholy mixture of wolf and man, and her eyes were fixed on the fact that parts of his body had changed entirely. There was no low hanging genitals that a man would have had, instead, his cock was contained in a black furred sheath that hugged against his lower belly. The creature moved on broad paws, the length of it swaying with a glistening flash of red bulging from the tip and she wanted to move further away from him. Her heart pounding as she jerked her gaze back to her teacher, seeing the woman regarding her with an expectant air.

“Go to him, it is time.” Cella urged her, lifting one of her hands with a flick before wolf took a step forward, shaking his thick fur out in a ruff along his neck. “He is ready to breed you.”

“He’s an animal” She answered, disgust growing as she saw more of the length glistening as it pushed upwards from the sheath.

“He is a part of the old magic, his seed will give you a life far beyond your normal years.” Her mistress responded, stepping backwards as the wolf approached, his nose twitching, Don’s eyes not holding anything more than a glimpse of sanity.

“You want me to let him..” She choked on the words before the broad head jabbed forward and she felt a hot breath against the curve of her nude shoulder.

“You have waited for this, wanted it, he will take you, it is up to you to make it pleasurable or not.” Cella advised her without a hint of pity and Beatrix jerked further away before Don let out a deeper growl and his paw lifted up to brush her side.

That was all it took, the tips of the dark talons danced down the line of her side, just barely raking downwards so that red welts rose up in the passaging and suddenly a hot tongue swept her breast. She let out a sound of disgust before the furred wolf-man gripped her tightly and she tried to wriggle backwards, the tips of his claws dug against the bare curve of her ass as his hot breath chased down her body and he drew in his chest. The cold edge of the nose brushed against the curve of his stomach while she gave a wild squirm away, trying to get away with a twist of her body as the heat of the tongue started to lick out, leaving a hot trail of saliva against her belly button.

She pushed her hands out and felt them pushed into thick soft fur as the wolf let out a lower growl of pleasure and his tongue pushed out again. The tongue darting and then starting because the tongue pushed lower, pushing between her thighs until there was a little groan. The wolf panted and the eyes started to look briefly more human before the head tipped down and the broad bestial tongue pushed upwards. The wet slippery appendage pushed upwards and then swept along her pussy, making her suck in a beath as the beast pushed his tongue up higher.

Her back was shoved against the line of a tree while the heat of the slippery tongue began to shove in deeper. The slow curl and twist gorged her cunny, spreading the walls open wider and wider, pushing deeper as the tongue tip flicked upwards. The hot breath was panting out heavily, tickling against the inner thighs as the paws dug down to either side of the hips and the claws dug against her soft skin as she writhed in place. The creature began to lick faster, the broad head shoved up higher in the air and the tongue slurped messily within her.

The sheer length of it stimulated her, she was horrified to have such a bestial creature touching her, but she trusted Cella. The other woman had been gone through this, it was something that she had to experience for herself, but the tongue that worked inside of her was demanding. The slow powerful rolls of the tongue, drawing backwards with a messy noise, trailing right up against the line of her clit. She gave a startled shudder as her body reacted and the wolf let out a deeper throaty growl. The sound of it filling the air loudly, growing louder by the moment and vibrating through her body.

The road muzzle parted open wider, the tongue pushing forward with a slide that pushed against the curve of her ass briefly. The messy trail slipped upwards, coating the line of the muzzle as the teeth flashed and the tongue f licked up against her clit. The hot breath flushing out against the inner thighs, teasing over the edges as the tongue darted out again, small fluttering strokes that caused her to writhe and then push roughly against the broad furred head.

When the tongue worked through her again, it came in a soft smooth stroke that was working its way with small twists and curls, the dancing movements keeping her flush with humiliated arousal. The feel of the beast touching her, gripping her, caused her body to react, muscles clenching down as she twisted around again. Her head tipped back as the wolf’s overly hot maw worked against her, his teeth pricked lightly along the line of her pussy. He didn’t bite, but he made it clear that he could, mixing fear with her disgust at what was happening to her.

When he moved, she saw the glistening violet-red length jutting up from the curve of the belly. The tapered cock tip was messily coated with a trail of precum, the length of him impossibly large looking, not even moderately human looking. It quivered slightly as he moved and the sight of that bestial length made her swallow a lump in her throat. He intended to plunge it inside of her body, to fuck her fertile body until she was fat with his offspring. That thought came on the edge of the tongue curling intimately right against the line of her g-spot, stimulating her until she let out a short choking moan of pleasure.

_It's for power… Cella had this happen, it is worth it, it must be worth it. _ She thought before the head drew backwards and the creature that had been Don let out a deep throated rumble.

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Don tried to keep himself from reacting, his body was reacting and throbbing with arousal that was starting to grow worse by the moment as he looked up at the girl he held against the tree. His snarl broke free, a loud burst that came free as she writhed and he could taste her on his tongue. His body wanted her, the need was making it impossible to put his thoughts to the forefront of his mind, impossible to do anything besides watch the way that she squirmed under his touch and breathe in the scent of her like it were a drug. A sweet drug that made his lupine shaft ache as it pushed up against the length of his belly, the sheath barely covering his knot.

When she writhed again he snarled out and caught her, shoving her upwards against the tree as he licked his way up the length of her belly. The darting strokes toying with her, as he felt his cock achingly hard and drooling out another trickle of precum that ran against the base of his cock. He pulled away and then gave a little yank upwards, pushing her up higher in the air so that his broad body could press against her. She was sleek and soft feeling, warm and smelling so fertile, he wanted her, his body was flush with a feral sense of need.

Stop it… walk away.. He thought as he dug his claws against her ass and pushed forward, pinning her in place so that she was writhing.

His body was feeling another wave of dizzy arousal, feeling the moonlight that was spilling down over him as if it were fire. It made his body shudder in place as he folded his ears back, unable to contain himself. He wanted her, he wanted her so badly it hurt and every throb made him intimately aware of her scent and the way her form writhed against him. The soft curve of her bare breasts, the arch of her body that was twisting and almost seemed to be trying to get away from him. He wouldn’t allow her to get away, not until he had driven knot deep inside of her to claim her.

She’s mine… all mine.. The voice wasn’t quite his, his body, his mind, was being swallowed beneath the ancient creature that had changed his body.

She was wriggling beneath him, so warm, her eyes wild looking as the length of his cock pushed up against her belly, so sensitive feeling that he felt another shake run over her. He growled and then darted his head forward as she started to squirm about, his jaws parted open to snap down against her neck. He didn’t grip down hard enough to injure, just hard enough to hold her still, snarling out while she thrashed slightly against him. Don knew this was wrong, but those human thoughts were being pushed further down beneath the beast that craved her.

He gripped her hips roughly, his claws biting down so her legs were forced open and the tip of his tapered cock dragged down between her thighs. The trail of precum was spilling out, smearing against the inner thighs while his stomach muscles arched up and he muffled a groan of delight before the tip of his cock caught against her puffy folds. His stomach muscles bunched upwards while he gave a little thrust upwards, the tip sinking and spreading her walls, the heat of her body wrapping around him as he arched his back and gave a wild thrust forward. His human thoughts swallowed away, leaving only the beast behind as his hips snapped forward and drove into the heat of her fertile passage.

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Beatrix jerked, her body thrown upwards as the jaws clamped down harder against her neck, nearly breaking skin as she felt the boned cock driving into her body. The walls were stretching open wider, a sharp ache forming as she felt the jet of messy precum spurting outwards into the line of her passage. Her eyes squeezed shut as the wolf drove himself up, the glassy smooth shaft stretching her walls open wide, pushing all the way down towards the swell of the base that mashed up against her clit. She tried to squirm, but his jaws only clamped down harder against her throat and there was a sharp snarl as the wolf began to drive himself in harder.

It ached, god, he wasn’t shaped at all like a human man, and the way he was pushing through gave no thought as to her own body or what she could handle. The ache of her passage was stretching tight, the spasms were gripping down with a squeeze that gripped along a lupine length that jabbed in deeper. The wet splatter of precum was feverishly hot feeling, pushing in deeper as the next flex gripped around him and he began to hammer harder. The grip of the paws dug down roughly, her back being scraped against the ground as the animal claimed her, horribly violating her body ruthlessly.

The furred hips snapped up against her own, a series of thrusts that were pushing upwards while the base tried to split her body open before he drew back. Her body was slick, the precum mixing messily through the depths of her passage while she tensed herself up. The furred body that pressed against him, the thrusts moving faster with a series of wild lunges as he plumbed her depths. The precum was spilling outwards, coating inside of her, squelching as he fucked her with an animistic demand that left her breathless.

His hot tongue licked against her neck, the curl of it so different from the sharp edge of the teeth gripping her. When she squirmed again the wolf let out a sharper snarl and the jaws released her, his orange-yellow eyes blazing before she was thrown downwards. His cock popped free with a messy noise, splattering the line of her ass with precum, leaving her empty and trying to catch herself. The wolf towered above her, his snarls echoing in her ears before a paw reached up to catch the line of her back and then forced her down further. Her body was throbbing, her heart beating in her own ears, flushed and a paw moved down to press against the small of her back.

He shoved her onto all fours, mounting her with hands wrapping around her body and yanked her backwards. The talons scraped against her stomach, his body dwarfing her own as if she were a bitch in heat in truth. It caused her to feel a wave of disgusted shame, but then he was pressing down above her with the spread of the hot furred body. She let out a sharp high pitched noise as his teeth regained their hold, but on the back of her neck and he drove himself back inside of her. There was no attempt to ease in, it was sharp and immediate thrust that forced her body to stretch open wide once again.

Her pussy was split open wide around him, the world blurring slightly in front of her as the knot drove up against her ass and gave enough of a thrust that started to spread open. The weight of the cock plunged into her depths, violating her, claiming her in a way that made her walls contract down and squeeze. The world narrowed down to the feel of him thrusting inside of her, her body forced to swallow time and again around the bestial length that drove all the way inside of her, the base starting to split her body apart, straining her walls even further.

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Don didn’t want to do this, the part of his mind that was struggling with what was happening was rapidly being pushed into the backdrop of his thoughts. He couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything more than feel the clamping walls that were gripping around his length. She was so tight, so ripe, his body was losing all control as his body was feeling the heat building inside of her. His balls were tightening up slightly as he tried to drive more of himself inside of her. The contraction gripped around him, a suckling pull as Beatrix let out a short noise that turned into a whimper as he pushed her body down closer to the ground.

The next thrust upwards started to push with a series of lunges that pushed the balls up higher between her thighs. His thoughts were nothing more than a red haze of lust as he gripped her waist and gave another pull backwards. The series of thrusts began to speed up, short and powerful, sawing his length in and out of her glistening pussy while the next contraction gripped tightly. The messy spill of precum was pushing in deeper, squelching out around his base as he tried to jam his knot inside of her.

She let out a short yelping cry as the next contraction gripped around him and the walls were suddenly stretching wider as he panted out. She was perfect, slick and hot while her pussy was stretching along him, his cock tip pushing into the depths of her fertile body. The teeth flexed down a little against her neck as she cried out and he gripped the line of her belly, her breasts. The human part of his mind was mortified as he jammed himself into her with a speed that was more like a canine with a bitch, wild and frantic to breed her.

He struggled against those instincts, but she was so warm, her body wriggling under him, her ass pushed up tight against his loins. His hot breathe teased down the edges of her neck and shoulder, drinking in the taste of her while he twitched his tail upwards. His claws dug down against the line of the ground as he jammed harder, his knot battering against her pussy lips before he began to push forward with a strain and stretch. The walls were swallowing wider, causing him to twist his lips back as he mindlessly burrowed his cock in deeper, the last few inches splitting her around the bestial knot at his base.

Her short squeal broke free as that tight O swallowed around him, clamping down briefly as his cock tip pushed so deep inside of her that he pushed up to brush against her cervix. The next draw backwards came with a popping noise as he dragged his knot free, enjoying the pressure that gripped around him as his breath came in a panting moan. So close, so deliciously close, and her belly would swell with his cub.

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Beatrix was treated to just how inhumane the wolf was as the knot shoved into her, the tip so deep that it pushed right up against the line of her cervix. The sensation made her feel a wild twist in her belly as he jammed his knot home and then dragged it free, the boned shaft filling out inside of her, twitching slightly. It was hot feeling, the precum oozing so deep within her and she choked out a noise before the grip on the back of her neck yanked her head further up. He was thrusting in a blur, time and again the knot was splitting her pussy wide, opening the walls apart so that the swell of the heavy balls pushed up against her inner thighs.

It was humiliating, so wrong feeling as her body reacted to the stiffening girth as the knot started to stretch wider and wider. It was aching, the movements were too deep, too sharp, making sure that she experienced a spasm that caused her body to writhe slightly and then the hands jerked backwards against her. The swell of the knot was starting to swell open wider and wider, straining to hold him as he jammed in and then started to draw backwards, yanking her hips back as it refused to be drawn out of her passage.

The wolf snarled harder with the jaws that were gripping down with a squeeze that yanked her head backwards even further as the cock started to twitch slightly. The tip was jamming in further, the base was engorging, stretching so that her pussy was forming a taut ring and the contractions caused her to squeeze her eyes shut. He didn’t stop, he bore down against her with a wild series of thrusts, each yank backwards pulling roughly against her passage, tugging at spots inside of her that caused her stomach to feel sharp cramps.

The wolf released her neck and he let out a guttural noise as the cock began to twitch and started to stretch open even wider. The strain of it struggling to hold onto the boned girth that locked inside of her, the last few thrusts wild feeling before the creature threw his head back and let out a snarling howl. The sound vibrated down her back, but that wasn’t what caught her attention, the feel of the cock throbbing inside of her took her breath away. Her body reacted with another spasm, a flex that squeezed along the length and made her writhe in place. She closed her eyes and writhed again, pulling forward and causing her body to clamp down harder around the bulging knot.

The knot kept her locked onto the length of the cock, the next quiver upwards came with an eruption of pressured seed pouring out of the cock tip. The flush of it was hot, flooding out inside of her as the sperm rich cum poured into the depths of her belly, rushing towards the fertile waiting ova within her body. There was no chance it would spill backwards, the knot sealed her shut as the balls heaved upwards and she felt the throbbing that forced up another hot splatter. The warmth was starting to spread deeper as she heard the low growl in her ear, the wolf hunkering over her as he claimed her for his own.

“Mine….” The word was growled into her ear by the beast, through her mind, and deep inside of her, his body worked to overtake her.

The magic that had fueled Don from being changed spread through her, preparing her and gifting her with the promise that her stomach would soon be swollen with his offspring. A link that joined her to the hulking creature that kept her pinned beneath him and knotted onto his cock, a link that would grant her long life. And all she had to do was push herself back, grinding against his heaving balls to make sure the next hot eruption poured in deeper. She was his.