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The Offering of the Fangs 3 - Shards from the Past

Prologue

My name is Elise Rouvière. For twenty-one years I lived a quiet provincial life in St. Belaroix, selling flowers to make ends meet. It was a difficult life. Then again, generally speaking, us women don't have it easy in this harsh world of ours. In my case, money was always tight. Every penny counted, and more often than not I had to severely ration my meals to get through some particularly bad months, but I persevered nonetheless. And whenever despair reared its ugly head, I'd escape into my books, seeking refuge amid magical worlds of princely knights in shining armor and beautiful damsels with hearts as pure as diamonds.

Ah, those times seem so far away now. It's only been three years since the day my life changed forever, but it somehow feels longer than that. Not that I miss those days; oh, no, no, no. The difference between the Elise I was then and the Elise I am now is the same as the difference between day and night. For one thing, I'm boundlessly happy now. And free. Yes, free. Whereas my old self was about as free as a caged bird, hopelessly shackled to a cold, uncaring society that pays little attention to the so-called fairer sex, I can never overstate how incredibly free I am at present.

And I owe it all to my very own princely knight in shining armor. Well, he's not really a prince, or a knight. And he certainly wears no armor, shining or otherwise. What he does have, though, is fur. Lots and lots of thick, warm fur, in fact. He's also got a bushy tail; some nice, beastly claws; a lupine snout; and big, pointy teeth. Oh, I love him so much. My heart belongs to him, for he is my beloved big bad wolf -- my Fang.

Our hearts are indelibly connected by a spiritual link of sorts called a 'soma bond.' It's what makes him my lycca, and I, his vanni. Why, I'd even go so far as to say we have eyes for no one else but each other. Really, when I'm with him, I truly feel like he's all I need in my life. He completes me in body, heart and soul.

It's late in the afternoon. We had just returned home from a day of hunting and gathering for the pack. Rose and Daggerclaw were there with us, but we're alone now. Alone, and in the quiet privacy of our small, yet cozy den. And so I see him, and he sees me in turn. No words are exchanged. They're unnecessary, for we both already know what's in each other's mind. I can tell from the way he gazes into my eyes, and I'm sure it's the same for him.

Now I stand before my big, handsome werewolf in my fair-skinned human form. Naturally, I am fully naked -- the whole of my nubile, delicate frame exposed for him to marvel at. I can see him licking his wolf lips as his amber gaze slowly travels up and down my body. Is his mouth watering? Of course it is. My human form simply has that effect on him. It sets his blood aflame with desire.

Fang's posture shifts. He stands upright as his muscles bulge and tense all over. That's not a transformation, but simply part of a lycca's courtship ritual. He's essentially showing me that he's a strong, powerful male, fit for mating. Of course, it's not like he _needs_to do this, since we're soma-bonded and all, but I'm not complaining. As far as I'm concerned, Fang has all the right in the world to flaunt that godly body of his for me to admire.

Because my Fang is a stud. And seeing him standing before me like an Olympian champion, showing off every one of his incredible muscles, does things to me. It lights fires in my insides. Clearly, the manner in which he displays himself to me does what it's meant to do. He's so undeniably masculine. So powerfully male, from head to toe. I can't pry my gaze off his manly muscular form. It's so irresistible, I simply have to eat him all up with my eager eyes.

I can feel the heat within me building up as I ogle the portentous werebeast. My Fang truly is a man among men. His chest muscles bulge with indomitable power. The veins on his biceps pop up as he tenses his arms just for me. Meanwhile, his impressive washboard abs glisten oh-so-invitingly under the warm, dancing light of our humble oil lamp. And his thighs... I can't believe how thick and muscular they are. He could easily crush me between them! It's like his whole body was chiseled to perfection by some master artisan. I will never ever tire of gawking at it in awe, I swear.

"Come, my princess," he beckons. "Come and surrender yourself to me. Let me give you what your body so desperately craves."

Yes, it's true that 'the desires of a vanni always come before the desires of her lycca,' as they often say. That means that, in the end, our studly werewolf mates will always call themselves our loyal vassals and servants, submitting to us as though we were queens. But that doesn't mean they won't take charge and show us their dominant side when they feel that that's what we want. Of course, and it goes without saying, this is particularly true in bed.

And my big bad wolf knows what I want. I don't even have to tell him. He just knows. Maybe he sees it in my eyes. Maybe it's a subtle shift in my posture, or a faint quiver in the tone of my voice, or the manner in which I draw my breaths as I stare at his sublime masculine perfection... Only one thing is certain, and it's that he can read me like a book.

I can't deny it: I... like submitting to him -- to relinquish all control and simply allow him to do with me whatever he wishes. I'm not quite sure why this is so, but I find that I very much _love_feeling small and vulnerable before such a statuesque paragon of male prowess.

Rose once told me that this is a very common fetish among vanni, and that there's absolutely nothing wrong with it. 'With their tall, brawny frames, their inner wolf instincts and the wild blood running through their veins, lycca are just natural doms,' she had said to me. 'They're built for that. And I'm positive it's every girl's dream to surrender themselves to the strong, yet gentle arms of a hunky man who can quite literally sweep them off their feet. That's the subby little wife in all of us, if you ask me. So, yes, of course you're going to start leaking a river down there the moment your Fang gives you_that_ look. But, well, fetishes are the spice of sex, aren't they? As long as your partner is on board, and no one gets hurt, I say embrace them!' she had loudly declared with a big grin.

But, yeah. The very idea that I'm entirely at his mercy is just so exciting to me. I suppose it's because in the corner of my mind I know my powerful lycca-mate will never hurt me. Truly, no matter how intimidating those formidable muscles might look, I will always know I can trust him with my life. And so, when Fang wordlessly asserts his dominance over me, standing tall like a Greek hero, and exhibiting his impressive build for me to behold, I can't help but swoon.

God, what a Man my werewolf husband is. Yes, that's Man, with a capital M. His sheer masculine aura overpowers me with ease. I am his. I belong to him, and I wouldn't have it any other way. The fire in my nether regions is now a raging inferno of boiling lust. It makes my heart pound like crazy. I'm trying to contain myself, but it's a losing battle, for I am hopelessly enthralled by his mind-melting alpha maleness. Thus, right now I can hardly think of anything other than throwing myself into his burly arms in complete submission, like a good little vanni.

Eventually, all pretense of willpower left in me evaporates into nothingness. Good riddance, I say. It was just getting in the way. Now I can finally acquiesce to my deepest, truest desires, and pay due respect to my almighty werewolf master as He_rightfully deserves. Only one thing will do, and that's surrendering the young, nubile flesh of my _very vulnerable body for him to do with as he pleases. He is, after all, an apex predator, and I'm his very willing prey.

My trembling legs slowly carry my deliciously trepidating self towards the tall werebeast. The anticipation is killing me. I can't wait to feel the burning touch of his large clawed hands on my naked skin as he claims his thoroughly submissive vanni-wife once more. Indeed, under the proverbial sheets, Fang is my lord, my master, my liege, my almighty Olympian champion -- the gentle, yet firm commander of my body, and the infallible architect of my orgasms.

And here I am, in front of the mighty creature of the wild I'm essentially -- and happily -- married to. My hand moves of its own accord, attracted by the magnetic pull of his broad, furred chest. My fingers glide along the triumphant shape of his powerful pectoral muscles, hungrily drinking in every tactile detail they have to offer. Fang doesn't say anything, choosing instead to stand stoically like a living, breathing monument to his own physical prowess. Thus, he graciously lets me indulge my lust-fueled need to worship his powerful aura of masculinity to my heart's content.

Because my Fang is the embodiment of masculinity. Every inch of his studly body exudes peak masculine strength. And it's all mine to feel and caress. These manly chest muscles, these rippling, rock-solid abdominals, these vigorous biceps of steel... All mine. And I take my sweet time tracing every sinewy contour, every hardened mound, every sharply-defined valley... Truly, there's no part of him that doesn't demand my full, undivided attention. It's almost like his phenomenal physique cast a spell on me, and we have only just begun.

I lean forward and bury my face in his chest fur. Ah, yes, there it is. There's Fang's scent. It's the scent of fertile earth and nature, with just a hint of lupine musk tying it together. To me, this is what safety smells like. That's right: nothing in this world could make me feel safer and more secure than the soothing fragrance of Fang's fur. As far as I'm concerned, it's the most pleasing smell in the world. I take a deep breath, inhaling as much of it as I possibly can. Oh, it's so, so good...

"It seems like you are having an awful lot of fun playing with my fur today, Elise," he says with a smile.

Gingerly he lifts my chin as he leans forward. Soon, his muzzle touches my mouth, and our lips lock together. His masterful tongue quickly asserts its dominance over mine, quite literally taking my breath away. Oh, my Fang is such a great kisser. He never fails to turn my mind into mush through the vigorous dance of his tongue on mine.

But he isn't content with just that. As the tongue-bonding ritual continues, I begin to feel his large werewolf hands roaming all over my body, kneading and caressing every single one of my nubile curves. I gasp audibly into his mouth as his ravenous fingers eventually find their way into my intimacy. My legs buckle when he begins to massage the walls inside, gently applying pressure on the roof as he takes care of the mound outside with his thumb. Ah, he absolutely knows what he's doing with those magic fingers of his. Inevitably, I soon hear myself moaning through our still locked lips. Certainly, my Fang is an expert at drawing out my moans any way he wants.

But he has no intention to bring me to climax just yet. Not so soon, anyway. Thus, he withdraws both his tongue and his hands at once, leaving me very hot and bothered. Through half-lidded eyes I then see him making a big show of licking his fingers clean. "Mmmm... Delicious!" he declares with a pleased hum and a toothy grin.

Before I can recover from the dazed state our passionate bout of deep-kissing had put me in, Fang proceeds to lunge at my breasts with a lustful lyccan growl. He easily fits one of them inside his large lupine mouth, and I can feel the force of his suction on my flesh as his tongue relentlessly attacks the sensitive nub trapped inside, eliciting another womanly moan from me.

Now, if I had to describe my breasts, I'd say the word 'average' comes to mind. Basically, they aren't what anyone would rightly call 'big,' though they aren't small either, or so I like to think. Yes, Rose's are slightly bigger than mine, but that's fine. It suits her well-toned athletic build. Anabelle, in turn, is more on the, uh, _flatter_side of things -- not that it bothers her one bit. As for Margie... Well, she's on a whole 'nother league. There simply is no competing with her!

But our blessed lycca-mates don't care about bust size at all. Big, small, average, it doesn't matter. They will still lavish lots of attention on what God gave us all the same. Even now, my Fang will not release my nipple from the warm, wet prison of his wolfish mouth, tugging and nibbling at it teasingly for a few moments before licking it some more for good measure. As for my other nipple, well, it's currently at the mercy of Fang's thumb and index fingers. They pinch and tweak and rub and knead it with such astounding dexterity... Oh, God. Once more, another lusty moan escapes through my parted lips. I just can't help it!

I... I'm in vanni heaven. Gasping softly, I close my eyes and simply let my consciousness drift afloat the cosmic sea of pleasurable sensations my loving werewolf mate so expertly causes me to experience. And then, he decides that it's time to really make me drown in a tidal wave of bliss. After tracing the contours of my sides, his free hand returns to my most intimate place. He isn't holding back this time, and instead gives me his all.

I hold onto him as tightly as I can, knowing my quivering legs won't support me for much longer. Fang's hooked fingers hit me in all the right spots, and I can already feel the familiar burning tension building up deep inside my body. I gasp and I moan, louder and louder, as my beloved werewolf husband once again guides me toward that pink, heavenly summit of weightless bliss. The warm, tingly pressure slowly, yet steadily approaches the point of no return, and Fang's name slips past my lips with something I can only describe as a quiet gasping cry.

"Yes, come for me, Elise. Come for your big bad wolf," he softly whispers into my ear. As if on cue, my world explodes into three million sparkly bits right then and there.

"Good girl."

The storm of pleasure seizes my spasming body, and I just... It's like time freezes for an instant, and my entire sense of being becomes engulfed by the earth-shattering climax radiating from the very core of my quivering intimacy. While my inner soma rides these orgasmic waves, my fingers involuntarily dig deep into the fur of Fang's broad back, clutching him as though my life depended on it.

Thank you, God. Thank you for making me a woman, so that I can lose myself in this... this kind of indescribable bliss only women can experience -- a world-shaking bliss born of willfully submitting to the undeniable masculine might of the loving man-wolf to whom I wholly belong, and his unbelievably dexterous hands. Oh, yes, such is the consummation of the miraculous bond that binds vanni and lycca together.

Ah, to think I was once afraid of sex... I mean, as a naive sixteen-year-old who knew nothing of the world beyond the borders of the village, just the thought that a man would one day open my legs to claim me was... deeply frightening, to say the least. I couldn't imagine how that could be bearable in any way, let alone pleasurable. Heh, I simply had no idea that it just had to be the right man -- or lycca, as the case may be.

Then again, in the world I left behind, women are not supposed to talk about sex, ever. Heck, I don't think we were even supposed to enjoy it! After all, enjoying sex is a divine privilege granted exclusively to men, right? Or at least that's what we were left to believe anyway. To think otherwise was beyond sinful, for only women of ill repute and dubious morals would dare entertain such filthy, depraved thoughts...

And then I met Fang, and Anabelle, and Rose, and everyone else; and my entire conception of the world fell apart, blown to smithereens. Suddenly, there was nothing sinful about sex. Imagine that! Rather than the gateway to eternal damnation the clergy wanted us to dread, sex was normal, natural, fun, healthy, and even empowering! It only made sense, since we all are, after all, sexual beings. God made us this way, didn't He? Of course it had to be a good thing! Well, so long as proper consent is given, and all that stuff that really should go without saying, obviously. In the end, it's all about trust and communication.

So, after my first time with my soma-bonded lycca partner, I was no longer afraid of mating. On the contrary, I looked forward to it! Still, that didn't automatically erase the two decades of believing that thinking of sex the way men do corrupts our minds. Yeah, unlearning that stuff took me a little bit longer. So, for the first four or five days, and as silly as it may sound to me now, I was afraid of admitting to myself that I deeply enjoyed having sex with Fang for its own sake. That's right! A woman opening her legs for something other than making babies? Scandalous!

Thank goodness I'm not like that anymore. Now I'm free in body and mind -- free to enjoy the holy gift of becoming one with our chosen partners the way we were always meant to, no strings attached. Oh, god, yes, this is life. It's what being a lycca-vanni means: total, absolute freedom, living in harmony with nature alongside our wonderful werewolf mates. And speaking of that...

The climax subsides, and I slowly come back from la petite mort, or "the little death," as some call it. I feel extremely light. As I catch my breath, I briefly wonder what kind of face I made when that thundering release jolted my whole self, and how much Fang must have savored it. He's told me before that he loves to behold me when I'm in the midst of an orgasm, as that's when my pristine nubile beauty shines the brightest, or so he says.

My legs wobble like jelly. Feebly, my hands try to grab hold of Fang's broad shoulders for support, but end up sliding down the length of his muscular arms instead, then his thighs, as gravity does its thing and I slowly drop to my knees. Yes, he has that effect on me, especially right after a mind-melting explosion of bliss! Regardless, it takes me a moment to register what happened. Blinking twice, I eventually realize I'm exactly where I want to be.

From down here, Fang looks mightily imposing, like a lupine titan of sorts. I have to look up to meet his glowing amber gaze. He's so tall... His dark, towering frame positively dwarfs my kneeling self with ease. Once again, I'm in awe. I can feel my vanni heart beating faster as I drink in this marvelous sight through half-lidded eyes. Somehow, to me, this angle makes him twice the impossibly hunky stud he already is. Just look at all those bulging muscles. They don't lie. It's like every part of his strong, sinewy body screams 'Alpha Male.' It's a wordless assertion that unmistakably demands my complete and utter submission. And I... I couldn't be happier to comply with it.

Yes, as far as I'm concerned, my body belongs to him in bed. In fact, I wouldn't have it any other way. He owns me because I want him to own me, because I love him, and because that's just how I like it under the sheets. And also because I feel that a hunky, muscular stallion this undeniably masculine and handsome deserves the utmost of my worship. Luckily, he has no objections to any part of it!

I plant several tiny kisses on the fur coating his robust thighs as my hands slowly, possessively roam all over the rest of his sturdy werewolf legs. Behind him, I can see his long, bushy tail wagging gently. Oh, yes, he's definitely enjoying the attention I'm giving him. However, although I could keep massaging and kissing his powerful leg muscles for hours, there's something else I simply must divert my attention to.

That's right. Fang's beastly endowment stands at full mast, throbbing angrily before my awestruck eyes. And it's such a powerful, commanding presence too. God, my big bad wolf is so unbelievably male. I know I say this every time, but... I mean, my goodness; that size, that girth... Oh, he's going to breed me so good. I just can't wait! Its sight alone sets my lady bits on fire, and I start leaking like a faucet down there. Even my mouth waters in anticipation.

Inevitably, I wrap my soft, delicate fingers around the mighty flesh-spear. I marvel at how warm it feels in my hands. Its skin also feels so smooth, sliding back and forth with ease along the rock-hard length. Oh, I feel so sexy doing this to him; working his enormous breeding tool with my bare hands. I watch as I make the plump, lustrous head disappear from sight, only for it to re-emerge moments later as I slowly pull the skin covering it back. Then I do it again. And again. And again... I just can't help myself. That's simply how mesmerizing it is!

"Oh, Elise..." he whispers. "Your angelic hands feel so good on my hardened lyccan malehood..."

It doesn't take long for the head to become slick all over with its own leaking juices. I can't even begin to explain how inviting it looks. It's like it beckons to me, and I just can't resist its call. Yes, that thing needs to be in my mouth right now. I want to relish its manly taste so bad. In fact, that's quite literally all I can think of at this very moment. And so, I lean closer, my quivering lips parting eagerly...

But I can't just dive in right away. No, I have to do this properly, to show him my devotion to his wondrous alpha-malehood like a soma-bonded vanni ought. There's a science to oral sex, and skipping steps simply won't do. If I really, truly want to blow his mind, the key lies in starting small, and then building from that.

I begin with a little kiss next to the root of his shaft. Of course, I take this opportunity to inhale deeply through my nose. Mmmnnhh, yesss... Fang's manly musk is deliciously intoxicating here. It's so, so good... I swear it rouses primal things in me, every time, and I love it. Now then, my second kiss lands on the base of the shaft. I can feel its heat on my lips... Oh, god, look at all these thick veins, throbbing so hard for me. I bet he can't wait to ram this massive flesh-rod of his into my very wet, very submissive vanni-tunnel.

Kiss after kiss, I slowly, sultrily worship the length of Fang's hard, unyielding malehood, thoroughly savoring the enthralling texture of the taut skin of his shaft on my lips. Oh, I love this so much, and the best part is yet to come. In fact, I'm starting to apply more and more tongue to my kisses now, licking here and there with reckless abandon, making the big, veiny shaft glisten all over with my saliva. "M...my wonderful princess truly knows... how to pleasure her lycca-mate..." he quietly moans.

He loves it. Then again, so do I. The girthy pole of virile maleness reacts to my impassioned ministrations, leaking its alluring fluids. The clear liquid slides down the underside of the shaft, where I greedily lap it up. Ah... its salty flavor melts in my mouth, making my taste buds dance in inebriated euphoria. Fang's male juices are so addicting! Seriously, I can't believe how incredibly good they taste. As usual, I can't help myself and I want more, more, more...

Finally, I part my lips and take the whole of the slick, engorged head into my mouth. I sensually go 'mmmnh' as I begin to suckle on it, bobbing slowly while lavishing it with lots and lots of loving attention from my malehood-hungry tongue. Ah, this is paradise. Nothing compares with the powerful feeling of having Fang's sizable breeding tool in my mouth. It just feels... overwhelmingly right. As though this is exactly how it should be.

Yes, I absolutely, unreservedly love being on my knees before my mighty lycca-mate, worshipping his awe-inspiring masculine girth with my soft, delicate mouth. Tasting his alpha-male virility is both my duty and my privilege. It's a sacred act that connects us both on a quasi-spiritual level. Why, perhaps this is what my mouth truly is for. After all, in essence, he was born to provide me with his malehood, and I, to accept it wholly.

Before I met Fang, though, the idea of putting a man's member anywhere near my mouth would have made me gag. Yeah, just the thought of even touching one would gross me out. Then I met him, and the rest is history, as they say.

I'm pretty sure his mere presence was what triggered the awakening of my heavily repressed libido back then, even before I accepted his Offering of the Fangs. The arresting sight of his gorgeously sculpted physique might have played a part in that, as well as his disarming, knightly gentleness, of course. But what I think broke my last barrier was... the fragrance of his fur. Never before had I experienced a scent so soothing. It was as pleasing as it was comforting, and made me want to lose myself in his werewolf fur. By the next morning, I knew I would forever be safe in his arms. Then I entrusted myself to him, and never looked back. Best decision of my life, ever!

I feel it's time to turn up the intensity of my oral love-making. As I begin to suckle on Fang's throbbing malehood more vigorously, twisting and turning my tongue all over its turgid pink helmet, as well as paying special attention to the sensitive underside, I use my hands to rhythmically stroke what I can't fit in my mouth, which is well over half of it. I also take a few moments to appreciate the considerable size and heft of his stallion-grade sack as I reverently cup it with my right hand, paying my due respect to the power it rightfully commands over me.

I'm not one to brag, but I like to think I got pretty good at servicing my Fang. I'll say I know all there is to know about how to work his engorged arousal toward an explosive climax, and then milk every last drop of his thick werewolf seed out of him. That's more than enough for me, I think. The only thing I was never able to do is fitting the whole of his shaft in my mouth. I just can't seem to conquer my gag reflex. It might as well be impossible! Well, I know some vanni can pull it off somehow, but my throat is simply having none of that. Then again, I don't need that particular skill to make my beloved lycca-mate howl in ecstasy, so it doesn't really matter.

Fang's muscles tense up and his breathing grows more ragged. He places a trembling hand on my head as he whispers my name with some urgency in his voice. I wonder if he's fighting some primal urge to just grab me and breed my face hard, like a savage beast. Not that he'd ever actually do that. Uh... well, unless I asked him to, I suppose. But I don't think I can handle that kind of rough play yet. I mean, a fully unleashed Fang would surely break me!

Ah, there it is! There's the rumbling half-growl-half-grunt I was waiting for! I tighten my grip on the base of his shaft as I ready myself for the incoming deluge. Sure enough, a mighty spurt of his warm lycca seed soon hits the roof of my mouth, and then another, and another... Oh, yes, my Fang is very generous. He always gives me so much. I can't thank my luck enough for giving me such a strong, virile werewolf to be mated to. Seriously, his sexual vigor is out of this world -- definitely worthy of the highest praise.

Eight potent spurts later, his plentiful seed has flooded my mouth completely, and it tastes unbelievably good. Oh, if I had to describe the flavor, I'd say it's kind of like, uh... warm honey but salty, if that makes any sense. At any rate, it isn't bitter at all, like I was told human sperm is. My point is, it tastes amazing. I dutifully gulp all of it down like a good vanni, letting not a single drop spill out. Of course, it was my pleasure.

"That... was sublime," he says after letting out a satisfied sigh. "Elise, your heavenly mouth never fails to leave me breathless."

"I'm glad to hear that," I respond with a coy smile, my cheeks flushed red. His compliments simply have that effect on me.

He then sits on the ground and I shuffle over towards him, nestling myself into his embrace and resting my head on his chest. A large, yet gentle werewolf hand soon begins to stroke my hair lovingly, tenderly, like it's something precious. Ah... it's so nice to have a loving soul-mate to cuddle with -- a kindhearted lycca who cherishes me like he does. It gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling happiness is made of. Also, his fur is so comfy!

We, the lycca-vanni of Howling Grove, have all lived difficult lives in the past. Some of us have had it worse than others, and yet-- and yet... Looking at what we have now, I can't say that we haven't been blessed. I mean, no man or woman in the outside world could possibly grasp the concept of just how free we are here -- free to express our true inner selves however we want, without anyone dictating what we can or can't be, or do, or think.

Yeah, the outside world can be quite frightening like that. The mighty oppress the weak, awful things happen all the time, and justice isn't always served. There's war, poverty, sickness, hunger, pain... not to mention people hurting and killing each other for the stupidest reasons. As advanced as humanity may be in some respects, it still remains incredibly primitive in others, which boggles the mind. I try not to dwell too much on these things, though, because there isn't a lot any one of us could do about it, really. Frankly, it's like mankind is its own worst enemy, and I don't think that's changing anytime soon, if ever.

But here, in this moonlit pocket of safety hidden in the deepest recesses of the Lanean forest, concealed by ancient magic beyond our comprehension, the world and its problems cannot reach us. We've been delivered from that wretched, senseless corruption, and now we live in a perfect utopia where all is wolf, and wolf is all, loving and being loved by our wonderful werelupine soul-mates. We couldn't possibly ask for more.

These past three years have been positively amazing. I had tons of fun experiencing the world through the eyes of a wolf, running alongside Fang, Darkhowl, Daggerclaw, Fleetpaw, and the rest of the pack as one. Rose, Margie, and Anabelle taught me lots of stuff too; about love, life, faraway places, and... well, pretty much everything! Yeah, I learned like a million things just by being with them, hearing their stories and making so many unforgettable memories together. Oh, I'm so glad that I can call them my friends.

On that note, even though I haven't stopped learning new things every now and then (and who has?), I don't think I'm a "rookie werewolf" anymore. I've matured in many ways, both as a lycca-vanni and as a person, or at least that's how I feel. I mean, I even had the chance to help ease new vanni into the culture of Howling Grove too, not unlike Rose and the others had done for me in the past. Heh, I guess it could be said that I got to be someone else's "Rose," sort of!

As I soak in the warm feeling of Fang's hand stroking my hair, I think to myself: _'Life couldn't be better.'_Well, it's hard for me not to think so when I have a home, awesome friends, a content stomach, perfect health, and my adored big bad wolf by my side. Hah! Isn't it funny how I have zero Gold to my name, and yet I would readily say I might be richer than even the king of Roud himself? Yeah, I've never been happier. It really does feel like the time is right for Fang and I to... start trying the one combination of forms we haven't tried yet, doesn't it?

More often than not, when we indulge our carnal impulses with one another, he is in his werewolf form while I'm in my human form, as is the case right now. It's just our preference. Unless it's daytime and we're outside, in which case we tend to favor our feral forms. As for the other possible combinations, we usually reserve those for when we are feeling particularly, uh, adventurous. That said, there's one combination we never tried, and for good reason. But my heart feels differently now. I'm not afraid of fulfilling my nature-given purpose anymore. In fact, I... I want it.

"Fang?" I begin.

"Yes?"

"I've been thinking, and..." I say while I gaze into his amber eyes, smiling warmly at him as I begin to transform. "Well, it's been three years since the day we linked our somas together. Three wonderful years..." My body shifts and changes, my fur and tail sprout forth, and my face morphs into that of a wolf as my claws and teeth grow bigger, sharper, longer. "I feel like... both you and I, as well as the soma-bonded love we've cultivated with one another, have grown mature enough for us to... take our next big step."

He watches me as I finish my transformation. My body is that of a werewolf's now, just like his. Smiling at him, I say: "I'm ready. Are you?"

As the meaning of my words dawn on him, I see his face light up like a kid's in Christmas Day, while his tail begins to wag furiously in turn. Few furry things in this world are more adorable than a happy lycca. "I am!" he declares as he picks me up with his strong arms, gently carrying me to bed like a groom would his newly-wed bride. Let it never be said that my Fang isn't a gentleman through and through!

Moments later, I find myself lying on the makeshift bedding at the far corner of our den, with my muzzle full of male werewolf tongue. Since we're both werewolves now, it's like we're ravenously devouring each other at once, lupine jaws locked together and all. Could this be the true form of tongue-bonding?

Eventually, his black lips part from mine. Gazing at me warmly, he says: "How blessed I am to find myself soma-bonded to the most beautiful vanni to ever grace Howling Grove. All the flowers in the world should bow to your immaculate beauty, my fair princess. I love you. I have loved you ever since the first time we met, and I shall love you until my dying breath and beyond."

His deep voice is as sweet as warm honey, and I lose myself in its soothing sound. I don't even care that _every_lycca finds their soma-bonded partner to be 'the most beautiful vanni to ever grace Howling Grove.' The only thing that matters to me is that that's how he truly, honestly perceives me, and I can't help but swoon. Oh, I love my big bad wolfie so, so much. I only wish he'd hurry up, though. I mean, it's a flood down there! I need him in me like yesterday!

And downward he goes, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. My throat, my collarbones, between my breasts, my navel -- they all feel the fiery touch of his wolf lips and tongue. Then... he pauses. Closing his eyes, I watch as he says something too quietly for me to make out, before planting a particularly reverent kiss on my lower abdomen, on a point between my navel and my womanly mound.

Oh, I know what this is. I had heard of it. It's a ritualistic prayer lycca do when mating with the intent to procreate, asking for Mother Moon's blessing while humbly paying their respects to the holiest, most sacred part of a vanni's body: the womb.

At last, he positions himself over me, aligning his manly lance with my warm entrance. "May I?" he asks as his furred muscular frame fills my whole field of view, making me tremble with anticipation. All is wolf, alright, as it should be.

"Breed me, Fang. And breed me hard," I say with half-lidded eyes, cheeks flush red under my fur, and my voice dripping with a primal, most unbearable need.

THRUST!!

God almighty! Yes! A million times yes! Such force! Such untamable vigor! Fang has never railed me this hard before! Oh, Jesus, I can only gasp as my body shakes helplessly under the unbound might of his animalistic thrusting! Is this what true werewolf mating is like? I had no idea! Nothing could have prepared me for this! His frenzied hips are pounding mine so violently, like a crazed, rampaging bull or ten! It blows my mind into oblivion, and I love it! I love it so much!

Somehow, it doesn't hurt. It most definitely feels like it should, but it doesn't. This is amazing. I didn't-- I didn't know my werewolf form could take this much punishment! No, it's more like it was made to withstand it! I realize now: for the first time ever, Fang can mate me to the fullest extent of his fearsome might, holding nothing back, because this form can take it!

I hear myself screaming and gasping incoherently as Fang ravishes me like a savage beast, showing me a whole new dimension of pleasure I didn't know existed. Oh, god, he reaches so deep inside me every time he slams his hips into mine! My goodness, his rock-hard battering ram of engorged flesh is pushing me to my limits, railing my insides with the unstoppable power of a speeding freight train! If this isn't amazing, I don't know what is!

I tightly wrap my arms around his burly body, almost like I'm holding onto him for dear life as he continues to ram himself into my deepest depths over and over and over. I thought I knew what mating was like, having indulged in it countless times before -- with the same partner, even -- but this is an experience like no other. It's like I'm being railed by a force of nature, or an unbridled earthquake of sex incarnate!

And it feels incredible. Fang's throbbing, titanic girth stretches me so_good._ Oh, I can't express how much I love this. To be at his mercy, pinned under him as he grinds his body into mine, making me truly feel the absolute command his weight has over me. All while every fiber of his bulging muscles is focused on the intense task of thrusting himself into me ceaselessly, relentlessly, with no restraint whatsoever. A beastly symphony of muscle and lust, is what I'm calling it, and it's beautiful beyond words.

And here comes the mating bite, just when I was thinking it couldn't possibly get any better. Oh my god, was I wrong. I'm his. I'm Fang's in body, heart and soul! His teeth pressed firmly against my throat have unmistakably asserted their claim over me! I belong to him! His fangs have declared so, and I couldn't be happier to submit to his strong lupine jaws! He is my Master! You hear, world? I said I'm all his to take and breed into the next plane of existence and beyond! Nowhere else do I ever want to be, but pinned under the carnal vigor of his masculinity, wonderfully stretched to my limits by his mighty pillar of alpha-male flesh! That is my place forevermore!

Jesus Christ, I... I had no idea I could be so taken by my own lust! Fang has truly awakened this strangely liberating side of me, hasn't he? Three years ago I would have died of embarrassment at just the thought of being seen naked, but nowadays I find it so easy to admit that I love having sex. I mean, why wouldn't I, right? What's wrong or sinful about me, a woman, loving sex? Nothing, that's what. Nothing at all.

And there's nothing like having sex with a lycca. The level of connection we can reach with them transcends the mere physical entanglement of body parts, and then some. I'm not saying 'regular' sex -- as in between two human partners -- can't be spectacular, but sex between a vanni and a lycca is on another level entirely.

Well, okay, I never slept with anyone other than my Fang, so maybe I don't have the authority to say that. But I know vanni who have had intimacy before hearing the call of the forest, and they all agree that none of their previous experiences -- as great as they may have been -- could compare with what they get from their soma-bonded lycca.

Like I said before, our werewolf mates can read us like open books, and they don't even realize. It's like a passive ability of sorts that they can rely on unconsciously, and it's a big part of how they can make our bodies sing in bed like no one else could. It's believed that this ability uses the soma bond to function, which would explain why they can only use it on their vanni-mates and seemingly nobody else.

I once asked Fang whether he feels like that ability is a bit like mind-reading, and he told me that he wouldn't know, since he can't read minds (and, to our knowledge, no lycca can). He also told me that it's as natural to him as, say, breathing, so he doesn't really think anything of it at all. Perhaps that's why they don't even have a word for it. Or I guess they just group it together with the soma bond.

Still, at the end of the day, what this means is that the moment you establish a soma bond with a lycca, he instantly gains perfect understanding of your own body, even though he himself doesn't actually realize it in a conscious manner. In practice, this is just one more of the many little miracles coalescing into the wondrous blessing that is the union between a vanni and a lycca.

"GRNNFFF!!" he loudly grunts through his teeth as he hilts me hard and stays there, making me truly feel the weight of his all-conquering masculine might rippling throughout my whole self. His throbbing lance is now fully embedded in me, where it rightly belongs. Our bodies are fused together so completely, it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.

Through the orgasmic haze overtaking my slipping consciousness, I feel the tension in Fang's steely muscles pressing down on my slightly smaller frame as he tightens his grip on me, holding me fiercely. Such raw, animalistic maleness... It's so commanding and primal, accepting nothing short of my absolute submission, as it should be. My God, if there ever was any doubt I was_born_ unto this world to be his female, it is dead and buried now for sure!

The potent warmth of Fang's seed floods my womanhood as it's pumped into me in herculean spurts. Gushing jet after gushing jet of his hot, liquid essence reach the innermost recesses of my womb; each of them preceded by a mighty spasm of my conqueror's engorged flesh. I devotedly savor every electric sensation flowing through my body as my brain is demolished by the tidal waves of my own release.

Again, I've never been so glad that I was born a woman, so that I could experience the sublime pleasure of being thoroughly bred by a male well worth submitting to. Yes, I was made to writhe in rapturous delight under Fang's strong, sinewy body as he engulfs me in his mating embrace and makes me unquestionably his, filling me to the brim with his impassioned werewolf seed. This is the maximum expression of sex, and nothing in this world could possibly top it.

I am Elise of the Howling Grove pack, and I'm happily soma-bonded to Fang, the lycca who selflessly granted me the gift of absolute freedom through his Offering of the Fangs. The forest is my home, my pack brothers and sisters are my family, and the warm fur of my loving lycca-mate's chest is my hearth. Brought together under the motherly glow of the full moon, we are those who roam where the cruel arm of mankind cannot reach and only nature reigns supreme. Fearsome on the outside, yet kind and caring on the inside, we are the shadowy children of the night. We are werewolves.

Hear us, long-suffering vanni of the world. You need not to succumb to despair, for your salvation awaits here, in the heart of our forest. So heed our call and come. Abandon despair, accept the embrace of the wolf, and awaken as the free soul you were always meant to be, like I did. I promise you, there's always room in our pack for one more.

As Fang's satisfied sigh and mine blend together, his formidable malehood still buried deep inside me, I can't help but wonder what sort of challenges await us in this heart-pounding new adventure we might have just begun. This is uncharted territory for us, but we have one another, so I know we'll be fine. I mean, it's still a little bit scary, but in a good way, if that makes sense.

Well, God willing, I suppose we'll find out in nine months or so!

To be continued...