The Breeder Pt. 04

Author's Note: This story contains human-to-beast transformation, reluctance, breeding and transformation fetish, werewolves, and (very slight) magic/bondage. All characters are beyond the age of 18, and none were harmed in the writing of this piece. ©WednesdaysCoffin 2019. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior authorization in writing from the author.

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Strange. Awkward. Uncomfortable. Vulnerable. She was naked, gagged, and resting on all fours, her flat stomach pressed atop a very low, leather bench, her wrists and ankles shackled to the floor to prevent her from breaking the position. Knowing that she had been caught roaming rogue on this pack's property and could have been executed on the spot, Aurora wasn't exactly sure if she should be frightened by her current position or simply thrilled to still be alive.

A male entered the room, knocked twice on the door, then dropped down to his knees. She did her best to watch over her shoulder as he crawled across the floor naked with no introduction and not a single word emanating from his pale pink lips. All he did was lick those lips as he inched closer, then pressed his face into her exposed sex. This brought the sound of a deep inhale, and then his darkly masculine voice finally shattered the obnoxious silence of the small room. "You're ovulating," he smirked lewdly.

When he pressed his face further into her sex and it tickled, she quickly realized that he had a thick beard. She giggled at the sensation, she couldn't help it. When he wasted no time and ran his tongue over her folds and tasted her sex, she gasped. Then he slapped her ass harshly and she let out a pleasure-laced moan.

"You like that, huh?" he laughed. "You like the rough shit?"

Clearly she couldn't answer, so instead she was doing her best to get a better glimpse of him. He was handsome: in his late twenties, average height, average build for a wolf. He had dark brown hair and glittering brown irises that quickly caught her assessing him. Staring right back with an unflinching, intense gaze, he touched the tip of his tongue to his plump lips in slow-motion and then sat back onto his heels. "Do you like what you see, sweet female?"

Her wolf did, very much so. She felt an electric pull toward him, and she didn't even need to know his name—she simply wanted him embedded as deeply inside her body as he could get. It didn't hurt that he was stroking himself languidly, coaxing his erection to life as she watched him watching her, meeting her gaze with an intensity that was equal parts alluring and haunting.

At the sight she grew impatiently lusty and began to fight the shackles on her wrists and ankles, but he simply scooted backward and visibly delighted in her struggle. "Is the lusty she-wolf growing desperate for this cock?" His chocolate irises twinkled as his nostrils flared with her dewy scent.

She said nothing but alternated between lifting each of her hands to test the restraints, failing to gain any ground. He watched her attempts, the grin spreading wider across his ruggedly handsome face. What she did not seem to realize was that the rougher her jiggling and the more her libido surged, her pussy juices were leaking further and further down her inner-thighs. He was mesmerized. His cock throbbed painfully at the sight and, after holding out for as long as he possibly could, he crawled back up behind her petite body.

"I didn't even have to touch you and you're ready for me," he smirked as the crown of his cock rubbed between her folds. Finding the entrance to her depths and sensing that he would find little resistance, he began to sink languidly into her juicy cunt as she purred.

When he was embedded fully in her sheath, his balls swinging against her puffy labia with each stroke, she emitted a series of noises and began to fight her restraints again. Her body and her wolf were both overwhelmed by his intrusion, her muscles spasming violently around his thickness. He felt her constricting around his length and then slowly easing her grip, and he sensed that she was fighting her shift. "Don't," he warned her and she bowed in submission.

Increasing the power of his thrusts, he felt her bouncing back onto him involuntarily as he went deep inside, drew nearly all the way out, and then plunged back in. Like this she continued to shake beneath him, making mewling sounds though he no longer sensed an imminent shift. Good, the spell was working. Content that he had prevented her from fucking with his plans, he grasped her plush hips and tugged her roughly, sinking himself balls deep inside her welcoming sex.

A pained mewl from the little minx brought a pride-filled laugh from deep in his gut. At this, he altered his angle so that he was hitting deeper still, his glans nudging at her spongy cervix. "How's that?" he taunted her.

She cried into her gag for a second time as a ripple seemed to pass down her spine. He growled in response. "I have to be deep inside your cunt if I'm going to fill you with a pup. Plus, it's no fun unless there's some pain involved, right?"

With those words he stood up and folded his larger body over the top of her, keeping his cock embedded deep into her depths as he wrapped his hands around the chains that bound her. Allowing some of his weight to settle onto her, he snarled. "You feel amazing, she-wolf, but this will feel even better, I promise."

He pistoned his hips into her violently, fucking her hard and causing her to once again begin to fight against her bindings. Pearlescent teeth nipped torturously at the back of her neck as his nostrils flared, inhaling the bubblegum pink scent of her fierce red hair. Her mind swirled in a maelstrom of overwhelming lust and spellbinding pheromones, and she was only faintly aware that something had changed in the rhythm of his thrusts.

His skin felt warmer and she could feel his pulse fighting to escape his chest, which was pressed tightly against her back. When he opened his mouth to growl she heard bones cracking, felt him shudder in response to the sensation. If she could see him clearly, she would be able to witness a tracing of dark fur dancing up his spine as he experienced a persistent itch. Imperceptibly, his ears were altering, shifting and elongating slightly before stretching to noticeable peaks.

The skin of his face was bubbling and cracking painfully, a severe overbite developing as his jaw fought to expand forward. This just as thick hairs sprouted from the back of his neck and began to travel slowly downward, wrapping around to his chest. Where he once had a slight smattering of darkness on his upper body and around his nipples, he was now growing a thick matt of plush gray fur that was spreading lower and overtaking his stomach.

It all felt wrong to her somehow, but her sex-addled mind wasn't processing the situation fast enough; only when his thrusts slowly became more erratic did she realize that his entire body was gently quaking. The noises coming from the depths of his chest now alternated between grunts and raspy inhalations, as though he was short of breath and his cells were desperate for oxygen.

The dense hair on his body began to tickle her as his face remained pressed insistently into her neck. She whimpered at the contact of his heated breath on her skin: it felt as though a dragon was breathing fire onto her sensitive flesh. And the wolf's silence was growing unnerving, but it wasn't until she sensed a change in pressure inside her womb that everything finally clicked somehow and she realized what was happening, that his change was overtaking him physically.

The pressure was unimaginable: he was already buried to the hilt inside her and kissing her cervix, and then suddenly he was forcing her swollen labia painfully wide as his erection lengthened and increased in girth. Fur pressed into her backside, his balls now covered in a thin film of downy hairs. Inside her sex, her body's moisture was no longer enough to allow his enlarged penis a smooth passage, and he was trapped in her depths thrusting shallowly as his now pendulous balls swung heavily.

All at once she began to scream around the gag when she realized what was happening, and what he intended to do to her. She was now fully aware of the coat of dense fur that had enveloped his entire body, its softness rubbing against her back with each of his strokes. When her hips squirmed involuntarily, he made a noise that was entirely animal. The sound alone was reason to panic, as she was easily able to detect the telltale sounds of his bones snapping.

Suddenly the nose that had been pressed into her neck for all this time had turned leathery and moist. As its tip flattened and his jaw finally cracked, his muzzle violently leapt forward. With this, his upper lip split open and whiskers began to shove through the sensitive skin. He mewled in pain just as a single bead of sweat meandered down from his forehead, traveling along what was left of the bridge of his nose and then splashing down between her shoulder blades.

Armed with the awareness of what was happening, she began to fight with all her strength to free herself from the chains. It was pointless, as this was their entire purpose: to prevent her from escaping. When she searched down the link to her wolf and felt only the slightest nudge back, she quickly realized that the chains must be enchanted. She sobbed at the realization that this wolf had thought of everything, had taken every measure to prevent her from making her own shift and leveling the playing field.

As she rattled the chains uselessly, his canine teeth began to force their way from his gums, his fangs inching downward and one accidentally nicking the delicate skin of her neck. She continued to sniffle as she felt his spine begin to bow from the pain, felt his heavy weight pressing her further into the bench and completely immobilizing her.

The noise that he emitted at that moment was sheer beast as a nub formed painfully against his coccyx, and his tail began the process of fighting its way to the surface. Despite this, despite the myriad of changes he was undergoing, he somehow managed to keep his growing cock embedded deep inside the she-wolf's slippery cunt, and he heard her weep in protest as one particular spasm caused his penis to further increase its girth.

Tiny specialized muscles along the length of his throat began to slowly make their presence known, and she knew that when he spoke next his voice would be drastically altered. As if in answer to the thought, his muzzle completed its transformation and produced a searing hot pain across his face. He yelped and it was deeper than his usual baritone, a bestial sound that reverberated from within the well of his lupine chest.

Though she had officially given up on breaking the chains, Aurora still managed to shake them violently as she began screaming into her gag. Unfortunately, it ate every single plea that she issued while she tried to remain hopeful that another wolf within the vicinity might hear her cries and come to her rescue. Tears welled in her eyes when she failed to issue much more than a squeak around the spongy red ball. Dimly, she considered the fact that this sadistic wolf had truly planned for any contingency.

As if in response to this thought there was a deafening crack and his entire weight jostled her, testing the durability of the sweaty leather bench. Blue veins jumped out along his neck and forehead as he gritted his teeth against his suffering, and he shook violently. Heat was burning from the tips of his ears down to his swollen and now bleeding toes.

Sweat rained down from his forehead as his spine began to stretch, bringing with it a nauseating agony. There was a burning, tearing sensation, and it felt like he was being tugged in opposing directions simultaneously. He cried out as he felt his ribs altering their shape, nearly stabbing through the thinning skin of his chest as the muscles of his torso expanded and his entire being grew more massive.

Beneath him, the she-wolf was struggling, helplessly attempting to plead her case. It was all gibberish to his ears as their bones crunched, deafening him momentarily as they migrated up to the top of his head, rose through a dense matt of fur, and completed the formation of perfect triangular peaks. When the she-wolf sobbed again, they twitched in response to her cries.

The hands that were still clutching at her chains were now swollen and bleeding, splitting open to allow his black claws to emerge. Thick pads of soft leather sprouted where his hands and feet had once been, plumping outward as they engorged. His spine bowed yet again as his arms and legs forcibly lengthened, and he fought to cry out as the agony became overwhelming. Why had his sadistic mind considered this to be such a deviously magnificent idea in the first place?

He felt her tiny hands beneath his paws now, her muscles still struggling against the shackles and trying to fight to freedom. If she hadn't already, soon she would realize why he had chained her into this position. He considered what the she-wolf might be thinking as his shift began to finalize, his hips rotating outward to accommodate his new physical existence. Had she puzzled the entire ordeal out and realized that he intended to allow his wolf to mate her?

Death seemed a real probability as Aurora felt him grow, his entire body continuing to lengthen as nightmarish paws came to rest atop her chains. She was terrified to be mated by his actual wolf, horrified at the pain coursing through her body—and it all emanated from her swollen and battered pussy. With his transformation, his cock had more than doubled in length and thickness, forcing her body to strain painfully to accommodate all those horrifying inches. Her labia were burning in unfathomable agony, but tugging against her bindings was utterly useless. She would never escape and, if she did, where would she go? She was locked in a small room with a dangerous predator.

Sensing that the torture of his shift had come to its final end, he was dimly aware that the petite she beneath him was still wailing. The muscles of her vagina constricted around him and attempted to force his bestial cock from her depths, but it was a losing battle. He intended to smile at this fact, but it was more of a snarl as he pressed his muzzle into her neck and drank down the scent of her fear.

His wolf was strong, virile, and he wanted to plant his seed into this female. Hours before, he had concocted the plan to shift mid-coitus and then bury his swollen glans against her cervix and fill her with his spunk. Like this, he hoped to finally impregnate one of the females, to prove to the other wolves that he was just as strong and fertile. Aurora was merely an experiment: a deliciously beautiful and wonderfully soft body to fuck full of his pups. Her cries had begun to soften now, and he suspected that her mind was drifting off into the ether. A she could rarely handle being fucked by an actual wolf, but this one had done magnificently and he was just seconds away from seeding her.

Beneath him, Aurora's eyes were rolled back in her head as her mind floated somewhere in another galaxy. Due to this, she was only dimly aware of a searing heat that was beginning to blossom as the wolf let out a nightmarish bark. That's when some part of her realized what was happening: he had deposited his cum deep inside her frail human body, his virile seed creating a tornado of fire inside.

It spread frantically, swirling up into her chest and down her legs, and her body finally attempted to collapse beneath him but she was held aloft by the bench. The pain was agonizing, too much to process, and she issued a silent scream as she blacked out. With this, he dismounted the small female, his copious ejaculate gushing out between her folds and splashing down onto the wooden floorboards as he bowed his muzzle with pride.