Chosen One
Alysa sighed as she wandered through the village in which she had lived all her life. It was build to blend with the woodland as the Elves prefered. Night was about to fall and a few Elves greeted the fair maiden, for fair she was indeed.
Her hair was long and silvery, her eyes bright blue with the sparkle of stars and her build slender but strong. Many men fancied her and some even dared to court or flirt, yet she would have none of them.
Her mind was with another young Elf, a man she had met in the woods a few times and had fallen in love with. Tonight she had promiced him, she would ask her father if he would allow him to court with her.
Myst padded up to the den of his Tane, the mighty alpha of the Lycan pack had finally passed away after having been injured mortally in a battle to protect the pack. For three days he had suffered and now finally he was at rest. The shaman, Graytail had summoned the five strongest young males who now that Myst joined them stood before him.
The ancient Lycan lifted a paw and spoke with a dusty wheezing voice.
"Tonight .. we mourn our Tane, for he has passed and now travels to the Eternal Woods where he shall hunt in freedom. We will howl to guide him there."
Graytail watched the young males, some of them showed a hint of eagerness at what was to come. "And we shall howl our summoning for a Chosen, for we need a new female to join the new Tane."
Some of the males grinned, Myst just sighed, it was their way.
Soon all remaining Lycans of the pack raised their heads and howled, their faces to the moon, Lycaon, their Lord. He would watch over the brave Nightfang now.
At the same time in the house of the Elven leader, Attaerin, he and his familly sat at the table to play a game. Alysa smiled as her young kid brother was about to throw the dice but then dropped them at the fierce howling from the woods.
He had never heard these howls before and Alysa had only once, the Lycans summoned a Chosen.
She looked at her father whose face was filled with fear and a hint of anger. Centuries ago the leaders of this village had made a deal with the fierce Lycans, they would not harm the village if the Elves would offer fresh blood to breed for the pack when they summoned for a new Tane.
Once the Lycans had been Elves, but they were wilder and refused to give up the ancient ways to hunt with the wolves and live from what they catched and gathered. For their loyalty to nature Lycaon had blessed them with a hybrid wolf shape in which they could change at will.
Most had become agressive though, arogant with their new more powerfull shape and had started attacking Elves that had fallen from the ancient ways.
That was when the bargain had been made.
As one they stood and walked to the village square where more Elves were already gathering. The young woman who were virgins were gathered, Alysa joined them. They would have to, or the Lycans would destroy them.
A priest stepped foreward, his golden eyes watching the five young woman. For a moment Alysa caught herself curious to what it would be like to mate with a Lycan but quickly banned it from her mind. The priest grinned as if he read her mind, again she noticed her mind swaying to that fantasy and the priest caught her shoulder. "The Chosen One!"
Alysa felt her heart sink in panick, this could not be, she wanted to be with the Elf she had met, to have his childeren, not the cubs of a feral Lycan. She felt how she was shoved foreward and heard her parents cry in grief. Tomorrow night she would be send into the woods and become the mate of the Lycan that would catch her.
Alysa opened her eyes sadly, she was naked and the priest, a far Lycan descendant stood infront of her, drawing a pattern on her body with the blood of a wolf. Her mind slipped to the man she loved and she cried quietly, she smelled the wolf blood and felt her body tingle. It smelled strong and pulled at her sences, she saw herself and a large Lycan above her, the wolfs shaft throbbing and inching towards her.
And yet she felt a secret curiosity hidden behind the fear.
When the priest was done she opened her eyes, the path into the woods was cleared and shivering she started to walk, then run. She had to do this or her village would be lost.
In the den, the five young male Lycans stood ready, the shaman was speaking out blessings and smeared a mixture of herbs and blood on their furs, each in a personal way.
He was at the third male now, a muscular and agressive one. "Hunt with caution ... " and off he ran, into the darkness to catch the Chosen.
The fourth male, Myst felt his breathing increase with anticipation. "Hunt with strength..." and off the last male was before Graytail came to Myst. The mixture was arousing and he felt his body shudder, a tingle in his loins. The blood was smeared on his face, biceps and thighs, his silvery white fur in strong contrast. "Hunt ... with love" and Myst ran, dropping to all fours.
How swift he ran knowing that the price of winning was to mate, something only the Tanes were allowed, pressure was building in him, it made him stronger and he ran, howling.
Before him ran the weakest of the five, the tip of the smaller males shaft already showing and his tongue from his mouth. Myst ran straight past him, instinct drove him, the howls of the others going in different directions.
Alysa ran in panick, it had been more than an hour and two howls sounded too close for her comfort and the blood on her skin was doing its job.
A shade rusted past her and with a scream she turned and dashed the other way, a large black Lycan blocked her path, his yellow eyes glowing and his fangs bared in a grin. "You're mine!" He dashed at her and she dodged, falling to the ground and kicking at the beast. The Lycan growled, the sheat of his manhood bulging and the tip showing. "Stop fighting, you're no match." He padded over on all fours and clipped her ankle when she tried to get up and run,
Alysa fell facedown and quickly turned to her back, the Lycan was over her, his shaft fully grown and the pink flesh was throbbing and inching for her as the Lycan pinned her down at the shoulders. He drooled as he looked at her and the tip of his member touched her slit, she squirmed and screamed in fear and disgust.
Suddenly a growl sounded and a silvery flash flew by, knocking the larger Lycan from his feet and off Alysa.
Myst was ontop of Darkclaw and bit at his throat. Taking no chances as the Lycans fought over her the Elf tried to run but pain ran through her leg, her ankle was sprained.
Forced to watch she saw both Lycans, their members showing at her scent and fighting fierce.
Through smaller Myst was stronger and faster, soon driving the bully off.
Alysa finally fainted, her body ached and she was terrified.
Myst walked over on all fours, he could smell her and her form was perfect, the Lycan could hardly hold himself from entering her right away. The Chosen was the Elf he had loved.
Getting to his hind paws he picked her up and ran, taking her away from the others hunting, he knew an ancient ritual place ontop of the waterfall.
There he lay her down as she opened her eyes.
Alysa gave a scream seeing the Lycan, what had he done while she was out, her eyes went down, his member was still hard and throbbing, he had not released himself. Her gaze returned to his eyes, blue, pure ice blue. The Lycan lay down next to her and she did not back away, she felt an odd sensation in her body seeing those eyes, the eyes of her lover in this wolf. Myst nodded at her thought and licked her face. How good that felt knowing this was her lover, even if he was a Lycan. Her secret fantasies ran through her again and tenderly Myst started to lick the blood from her body. She gave a faint moan when he came to her breasts, the rough tongue sending great sensations into her body and he loved her taste, his love, his forbidden love now his forever, his tongue ran down her belly and Alysa moaned. She could feel her slit go wet with anticipation, how good this felt and how badly she wanted him.
Myst could smell it and leaned over her, his pawpadded hand going down and rubbing her clit, groaning more as he started to rub.
Why didnt he just take her, she could see his member throbbing, the knot growing and still he didnt.
Gasping she started to roll her hips rubbing her clit to his finger that was so teasing her.
She seemed to realise then, she was his mate, his female and he would do nothing untill she was ready. A slight grin came to her face as fear left her. While he rubbed her she took his member and a shudder seemed to go through the great wolf, slowly she started stroking at the rithm of her rolling hips. His rubs became more forcefull as he tried to retain himself, the thumb taking over and one finger inching for her slit. Myst wanted more of her scent, to please her, to give himself to his mate.
Noticing she kissed the tip of his shaft and turned under him, spreading her strong slender legs.
Myst was panting by now, he watched her, her scent filling his nose and driving him mad, his loins aching beyond reason.
Her hand went around his shaft again, pulling him down, his fur touched her bare belly and breasts, they felt eachother more than anything.
Guiding the great wolf member down further while panting with lust Alysa placed its tip against her wet slit.
Myst took the hint right away and thrusted the tip in, slowly, agonisingly slow not to hurt her and licked her breasts, his member inching to her verginity and she felt how the large wolf filled her, untill a sharp sting.
With a sudden thrust that made Alysa scream both in pain and in pleasure Myst broke into her, her tight sides clenching around his member, begging the Lycan to thrust, to take her in the holy place of his kin.
Myst shuddered at the feeling of her, the warmth and wet tightness, he started to pull out again and thrusting back in as Alysa wrapped her legs around his waist, rocking her hips for more fracture, forcing the wolf in deeper.
Both groaned and panted.
Mysts sack tapping against Alysa's hind with each thrust, adding to her pleasure.
She groaned between gasps of breath as she started to come near her climax. "knot .. me .. take me as your bitch."
The Lycan looked at her through blurry eyes and thrusted harder, he was large for her to take, without pulling back he thrusted again and tied with her, huis thrusts increasing as Alysa groaned.
She bit her lip, this was better than anything in her life as she felt the knot inside her and the large member teasing her all the way to her womb. In and out, the throbbing twitching member went sending waves of pleasure through her. She let out a scream which turned into a howl when she climaxed.
Myst gave a few forcefull thrusts, deeper into her as he too climaxed and howled, his hood seed spurting into her womb, allong with the blessing upon him.
As they both came, Alysa became Lycan.
She gasped for breath feeling the hot seed inside of her and Mysts pulling. But she was too tight, he could not pull out with the knot still in her.
She pulled him down and he rolled over, laying her on his soft belly, his member securely in her still.
Feeling him she closed her eyes and drifted off, too tired from the fear and their mating.
Myst smiled, feeling her was the best thing ever and from what he noticed they would be locked untill down. His gaze went to the moon that shone upon him as if guarding them. He was the new Tane and his lover his mate.