9 comments/ 67514 views/ 81 favorites A Wolves' Bitch By: unlikelyminx Rhiannon's breath curled before her as she jaggedly inhaled. The room was cold, cold enough to make her bruised but otherwise milky white skin blossom with goose pimples. She choked back a sob, as the gravity of her situation became all the more apparent when she heard voices outside the barren concrete cell she was held in. "So you can confirm that the bitch is in heat?" The first voice, asked gruffly "Without a doubt, I tested her this evening. " The second, familiar voice replied. Rhiannon winced as she remembered the events prior to this moment. She had been walking home from the train station, at her usual time but she had forgotten to factor in day light savings and it was much darker than she had anticipated. She wasn't really that worried though as her journey included walking through a restaurant strip that was well-lit and filled with patrons. She hadn't been worried that was, until she felt as though she was not walking through un-noticed. At first she put it down to the fact that she was feeling a little horny and that the idea was a nice one to entertain...but she could have sworn that men's heads were being turned by her all along the street as she walked. Rhiannon was pretty cute, a brunette with mid-length hair and slightly on the chubby side everything jiggled deliciously a little as she walked. Her chest was her greatest asset a size 14 DD, two puppies sitting snuggly in her lacey bra and slightly straining the fabric of her t-shirt. It wasn't until a man sitting on a table outside a coffee shop looked her in the eye and licked his lips that she started to feel uncomfortable. She hurried on a little faster; cursing how sometimes men could be such creeps. She came to the end of the restaurant strip and stood at the pedestrian crossing. A large park stood between her and the safety of her house. She glanced back nervously, her breasts quivering to the beat of her heart. But she could see no one. She exhaled a little as the light turned green to walk...maybe she'd just been imagining things? It became obvious that she hadn't been as soon as she stepped into the darkness of the unlit park. Several hands reached out to grab her from all directions. She went to scream but a strong hand shot across her face making alarming contact. Rhiannon's eyes widened on the impact of the slap but she let out no noise. She found herself being held on either side by two large men and facing an even larger one, the one who had licked his lips at her previously. They reeked of sweat, the kind that's full of testosterone and power. Despite her situation Rhiannon couldn't help but feel herself getting a little wet at the smell; the smell of dominance. The larger of the men, the one who had slapped her reached for her chin and brought her face upwards. He had a strong jawline, shaven head and tanned skin accented with coarse dark hair on his arms and chest. He was extremely muscular and his muscles seemed to hum beneath the skin as he stared at her with a look of serious anticipation. She stared up, somehow bewitched by him, her face still smarting from his blow. She watched as he scanned her body, her heaving chest slick with sweat, her little belly quivering slightly and then down to her soaked crotch. His eyes locked on her pussy, only shielded by the thin fabric of her tights. He then took his other hand not holding her chin and pushed two fingers almost violently against her cunt. She gasped out of surprise but also a little out of pleasure. The henchmen on either side of her heard it and laughed slowly looking to the man in front of her for approval. He silenced them with a burning glare and then bought the two fingers to his nose. He inhaled slowly, and as he did a grin spread across his face. He could smell her arousal. What happened next, happened fast. With a nod from the large man she was hoisted off her feet and slung over one of the henchmen's shoulders. She was then carried into the bushes where a ute was parked engine revving and lights highlighting the trees in front casting crazy fragments of shadows all around. She felt her hands and feet be roughly tied by the second henchmen before she was lugged heavily into the tray of the ute. The smell of stale blood rose to meet her nostrils from the wooden floor of the tray. She lay on her front unable to move due to her bindings, she tried to crane her neck to look around and see what was happening only to see the looming figure of the large man behind standing over her. He began slowly leaning down to her ear; she could feel his hot breath on her neck. "Seems to me like you're gonna make the perfect horny little bitch." He growled before slapping her violently on the ass. "Let's get the fuck outta here!" He yelled jumping off the back of the ute and into the drivers seat, swinging the door shut behind him. The sound of the henchmen whooping joined the sound of the motor roaring into gear as the vehicle pulled away out of the grass of the park and onto the road. Rhiannon's journey had not been a pleasant one. Un secured to the tray as she was she would roll helplessly back and forth bumping into the sides and catching her skin and clothes on protruding nails. By the time she felt the ute come to a stop she was almost beaten senseless only able to take in a vague picture of her surroundings. They had taken her to the woods that much was clear by the density of the tree's and shrubbery but none of it was recognizable to her. She was carried in the arms of the large man into an underground bunker disguised from the outside with moss and undergrowth. She was then roughly placed into the cell like room in which she now found herself. Rhiannon struggled against her bonds as she heard the voices conversing outside. They had stripped her completely naked before putting her in the cell, her nipples were hard due to the cold and the odd sense of constant arousal she had felt since she had first come into contact with her captors. She bit her lip, unable to stop feeling the pleasurable burn in the pussy from where the large man had shoved his fingers. She squirmed wanting desperately to touch herself and relieve some of the tension. These movements did not go unnoticed by the audience outside. Looking into the cell where Rhiannon was held captive were two figures. The large man who kidnapped her stood arms crossed smirking at her obvious arousal. The second was a man of similar stature but less obviously muscular. He was leaner somehow but still emanated strength. His hair was dark and well groomed with two-day growth smattering his strong chin. His clothing was also well kept, a dress shirt and fitted black jeans. He turned away from Rhiannon and turned to his companion. "Yes, Lyon I think i'll breed this one" he growled softly a yellow flash glinting in his otherwise dark eyes as he smiled revealing larger than average canines. Rhiannon was treated very differently from then on. Once the two figures had left she was joined in the cell shortly after by a slightly plump woman aged in her early thirties. She was tan skinned and dark haired. She walked over to Rhiannon who was squatting in the corner glaring at the intruder mistrustfully. The woman smiled down at her. "I'm sorry my brothers have shown you such poor hospitality thus far. Please let me help you get cleaned up in preparation. My name is Valencia." She said, reaching behind Rhiannon and releasing her of her bindings. Rhiannon stood up slowly still cautious of the strange woman. Who although curvy emitted that same sense of strength as the men she had encountered in the park. "I know you must be scared and confused, it's no fun what's happened so far I'm sure. But trust me you are destined for a great honor." Valencia said sincerely. And taking Rhiannon's quivering hand in hers she led her out of the cell. Down the hall Rhiannon tottered behind Valencia still weak from her ordeal. The hall was lined with framed pictures of what looked like paw prints. "Family pets?" Rhiannon wondered vaguely before she was led into a room smelling of incense. The room was a large rustic style bathroom filled with scented candles. It was obvious that she was indeed in an underground bunker as the walls were made of packed earth. The smell of the candles relaxed Rhiannon instantly and she forgot the burn in her groin and the mistrust she had felt earlier. She happily slipped into the bath that was already run and felt the warm water wash over her sore body, healing and soothing. Valencia lent over the side of the tub and began to massage Rhiannon, shoulders first and then down to her breasts and as she did so she began to chant. "Mother lupine, May you let spring forth your precious liquid. Sustain and fill hungry maws. That of progeny, that of masters. Swell and grow with demand and lust." Rhiannon's breasts responded to the stimulation, her soft pink nipples growing larger and fuller. She moaned softly eyes closed utterly in bliss. Valencia smiled at this and moved down to her stomach, which was slightly soft and giving to the touch. Again she chanted. "Mother lupine, May you grow ripe and full with life. Expand so complete that you quake with offspring. Let the masters seed be planted. Let him see his legacy rise within you." Once the chanting was complete Rhiannon had drifted off to sleep her hair splayed around her lazily swaying in the warm water. Her soft lips making a slight pout and her eyebrows sweetly furrowed. Valencia carefully lifted her out, an unusual feat for a woman of her size and set about softly drying her before dressing her in black lace trimmed lingerie. When Rhiannon awoke she did so with a start. She anxiously looked at her surroundings. She was lying on what seemed to be a feather down mattress covered with the soft pelts of animals. She appeared also still to be in the bunker as there were no windows and packed earth made up the walls of the circular room. The walls were adorned with what appeared to be primitive paintings, similar to ones from the cave man era. But instead of featuring men hunting their prey it showed men being hunted by...wolves. There was nothing else in the room save an oil lamp that hung from the ceiling and a wooden door directly opposite the bed. Rhiannon went to stand up and inspect the door when it opened slowly inwards. Some primitive force stopped her from moving another step, it was as if she was the prey and a predator was entering the room. Frozen like a deer in the headlights she came face to face with the pack leader for the first time...her master. "So, I meet my bitch at last." He almost purred, closing the door behind him and staring at her with his intense dark eyes. Rhiannon recognized his voice as one of the men who had spoken outside her cell. He was dressed a little differently now, a plain white t-shirt tight enough to stretch across his chest and the same black jeans as before. His muscular arms were at his side, dark hair glistened along them and the outlines of veins snaked up his forearm. Rhiannon stood transfixed, as slowly a familiar burn began to throb in her crotch. Unhurriedly he began to advance towards her. Seemingly drinking the vision of her in with his eyes. And a vision she was, trembling slightly causing her frame to jiggle deliciously. Her plump ripe breasts threating to burst out of the black bra that held them up, still pink from the massaging they had received. Her slightly protruding tummy also faintly pink glistened with the sweat that trickled from her breasts past her belly button and slid down to join the moisture in her crotch. Her master smiled and he caught a whiff of her arousal his animal senses coming into play. Rhiannon held her breath as he finally stopped advancing. Reaching out an arm he took a finger and pushed the curtain of her brunette hair behind her ear and leant down towards her neck. Rhiannon closed her eyes, a sense of utter vulnerability washing over her as she felt his breath on her neck. His body was so close to her own now, radiating heat. She gasped quietly as he kissed just behind her ear. He grasped her breasts not moving his mouth from her neck and began to squeeze them gently. Whilst he fondled her tits he began to work his way with his mouth, kissing and biting lightly towards her soft mounds of flesh. Rhiannon's body shivered with pleasure at his touch and her breasts felt enflamed with his attentions. Stopping at the middle of her cleavage her master looked up at her grinning seductively. He then reached behind her and in one quick expert motion released the clasp of her bra and licked from the middle of her breasts right up under her chin to her lips. Rhiannon squeaked in surprise but was promptly silenced by his invading tongue as he kissed her deeply his hands either side of her face now. Slowly he dug his nails in softly at first as he ran them down the side of her face and then harder...deeper leaving red welts down her neck and heaving chest. He stopped kissing her and stepped back admiring his handy work. Rhiannon couldn't help but notice the massive bulge in his pants and a shiver of lustful anticipation ran through her. "I've marked you now..." he growled seductively "You're mine." And with that he leapt forward pushing her shoulders and causing her to fall backwards onto the mattress. Rhiannon gasped at the impact as her tits bounced into her face. She looked at him towering over her somewhat fearfully but also unwillingly lustfully. He had removed his shirt revealing a muscular chest adorned with masculine dark hair framing his abs. He smirked now surveying her with hungry eyes, the bulge in his pants making it all to obvious that he liked what her saw. Leaning over her hands either side for support he kissed her again and rubbed his confined cock against the drenched fabric of her panties. Rhiannon moaned, an ache welling up deep inside her; an ache that made her long to be filled with his cock. Sensing her desire her master worked his way down stopping at her breasts to suck on one nipple flicking it with his tongue and lightly grazing it with his teeth. Rhiannon's back arched with pleasure at the sensation and she ground her crotch against his. The ache was almost unbearable. "I want you to fill me up..." She moaned eyes closed, riding the waves of pleasure that emanated from her nipples as he pinched and sucked. She heard her master softly laugh and he stopped his nipple play. She almost started to whine in protest but stopped when she saw him stand up staring her in the eyes and begin to undo his fly. With a sharp movement he yanked his pants and underwear down to reveal a monstrous cock standing full and ready to attention. Its purple uncircumcised head glistened with pre-cum and although it looked to be about 7 inches in length it was its girth that was truly staggering. Free from his garments her master stood enjoying her reaction, his little bitch wanted to get filled...little did she know how filled she would become. Reaching down he expertly removed her panties, revealing her sopping wet pussy; so wet that her own juices had lathered the inside of her legs. They shone in the flickering light of the oil lamp, enticing him to enter. "Do you know why you're here?" He said peeling his eyes away from her glistening cunt. "So...so...you can have y-your way with me?" Rhiannon stuttered, still transfixed by the powerful man in front of her. Her master smiled at this and motioned for her to move further towards the center of the bed. She obliged hastily the ache inside her rising to a point where her breathing became sharper. Her master crawled onto the bed his hard member dragging through the wetness she had left on the edge of the bedding. He closed his eyes, and licked his lips in appreciation of the sensation. He then situated himself on top of her leaning close to her face, his cock mere centimeters away from her pulsating pussy. Leaning into her ear he whispered "I'm going to fill you up...with my cum, with my litter and watch you swell and grow ripe with my seed." He grinned as Rhiannon's eyes rolled back in her head, her body giving way to his power. "You're gonna be a werewolf's breeding bitch" He hissed before plunging his rock hard cock into her cunt. Rhiannon almost screamed out as she felt his member stretch her pussy, it filled her up so completely. He began pumping in and out with a steady, strong rhythm causing her body to convulse in time with his actions. Her tits bounced and slapped against her belly as she was thrown into throes ecstasy. Fuck he felt so good. She reached to his back racking her nails down it holding on for support as he continued to pound. Reaching for her tits she pinched and pulled at her nipples moaning loudly as she was a-wash with erotic frenzy. Her master pounded faster now grunting, beads of sweat slickening his chest and falling onto her tits. He leant down and kissed her forcing his tongue into her mouth, which she sucked greedily. Pound, pound, pound Rhiannon's body began to quake with the impending pleasure. Her master growled deeply staring into her eyes as they rolled back as she began to experience a powerful orgasm. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, Her tight hole was so moist and hot that he could no longer control himself. It was time to change position. Rhiannon was is in a stupor of pleasure, moaning through gritted teeth as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Her master exhaled, enjoying seeing his little slut enjoying his cock. But he couldn't ignore the rising feeling of the beast inside his chest. Wrenching himself from her cunt he leaned back on his haunches cock glistening with Rhiannon's sweet juices. His member was pulsing, seemingly growing. He grunted, it took a lot of will power to channel the transformation to just one body part. Grabbing Rhiannon he pushed her over, onto her front. "Give me your ass. Wolf bitch." He commanded, voice deeper and huskier than before. Rhiannon noticed the change and felt herself turned on even more by the sense of growing power. Already her cunt was aching to be refilled by her masters' powerful organ. She got onto her hands and knees and raised her succulent jiggling butt in the air and arched her back. Her master chuckled appreciatively. "My little slut knows how to please her master." He growled. And with that he grabbed her hips maneuvering himself into position. He could feel the heat emanating from her pussy onto the cool slick wetness on his cock. He licked his lips and plunged back into her cunt. Rhiannon gasped. It felt. So. Much. Bigger. In fact it stretched her pussy to the point where it almost hurt and she whimpered a little in-between gasps . This only pleased her master more and he began his rhythmic thrusting, making his monstrous balls slap against her luscious white ass. Pain mingled with pleasure for Rhiannon as she felt herself stretch to accommodate the massive member. Faster. Faster. He began to pound grunting and growling as the pace increased. ".....FUCK." Her master was almost violent now smashing into Rhiannons' pussy. He reached around to underneath her grabbing her breasts and squeezing them harshly. Rhiannon squeaked in shock but the rising beast behind her took no notice. His hands now either supporting himself her masters' muscles were rippling and changing. His back seemed alive as the muscles and bones began to shift and grow. His shoulders broadened and his legs lengthened while his spine arched upwards. Jet- black fur erupted from every pore and began to grow thick all over his naked body. But still he pounded. Harder. Faster. Pure animalistic frenzy took over now. Her master fully transformed into a great black wolf beast started to howl as he took his lily-white bitch for his own. Rhiannon meanwhile was in a stupor of pain and pleasure as she experienced orgasm after orgasm in a feverish mix of agony and pleasure. Her master sensing his own climax was soon to come took his claws and dug them firmly into her shoulder blades piercing the skin. Blood was drawn and began speeding down Rhiannons' spine towards the great black bestial cock between her ass cheeks. She screamed as her master howled as he plunged back deep inside her cunt and began to empty his load. Hot thick cum poured inside her pussy. Throb after throb from her masters' member delivered more in a torrent of sticky liquid. Grunting his eyes rolled back with pleasure as he kept his cock inside filling her cunt to its limits. A Wolves' Bitch Ch. 02 When Rhiannon awoke she found herself in another room, different to the one her master had had his way with her in. It was slightly smaller, was furnished and had an archway in one wall that led to what appeared to be an en suite bathroom. She was lying on a round bed in the middle, still covered by animal furs but with a curtain that was now drawn encircling it. Groaning she propped herself up and massaged her temples with one hand. Had it really happened? Had she really been bred by a...wolf? Slowly, gingerly she reached behind her back towards her shoulder blades. And sure enough she found two wounds, deep gouges inflicted in the throes of passion. But somehow they felt as though they were nearly healed? She touched them curiously, flash backs of the intense overwhelming sensations she had enjoyed came back to her. Taking his cock, feeling it swell and grow as he began to transform. And then the hot torrent of cum that had penetrated her and filled her womb. Rhiannon gasped at the memory and sat up promptly hands feeling her belly anxiously. What greeted her inquisitive fingers was firmness and a bulge that ever so slightly protruded over her pussy mound. Upon contact with it her mind became surprisingly calm and she happily trailed her finger along her bellies circumference. Some inner mothering instinct purred with delight at the thought that she might indeed...be pregnant. As Rhiannon was making the inspection of the new changes to her body the entrance door to the room creaked open. In walked Valencia, clothed in a simple cotton tunic and long hair braided down her back. Her plump face alighted with delight when she saw that Rhiannon had awoken. "Oh! So you're finally awake! I have been counting down the weeks." She exclaimed, clapping her hands together appreciatively. Rhiannon stopped and looked up. Hands still on her precious belly. Valencia noticed this and her smile grew even wider. "So I see you've discovered that the breeding was a success then?" Rhiannon's brain worked over time, broken from its happy stupor the reality started to take hold. She had been fucked. By a werewolf. And some how she had already started to show signs of pregnancy. "I've...I've been asleep for weeks?" Rhiannon stuttered eyes wide. Valencia's face softened and she went to a corner of the room where a chest of draws stood pushed up against the wall. Opening it she withdrew a woolen blanket and walked over to the naked Rhiannon offering it to her. Rhiannon took it and wrapped herself up in it. "Do you mind if I sit down and do some explaining?" Valencia asked carefully, knowing the Rhiannon would be experiencing some shock. Rhiannon nodded weakly. "Well first things first. I suppose you know now that the myths and legends are true. Werewolves exist." Valencia began as she took her place beside Rhiannon on the round bed. "We obviously don't like to broadcast it to everyone, but every now and then something leaks. Thankfully it more often than not gets blamed on people having hallucination or taking drugs and it just aids to fuel the legend. It doesn't pay to be a hunter and have your prey know your whereabouts." She chuckled, while Rhiannon's eyes just grew wider. "So, you're a werewolf?" She timidly asked the somewhat plump and on the short side woman who sat beside her. "Well, Lycan is the preferred term. And I am, a Lycan by blood. However, I haven't been bred yet; and until I am I'm pretty much genetically human. It's the same for all Lycan females." Valencia said glancing down at Rhiannons' little belly with a glint of envy in her eyes. "Then why take me? Why am I here? Why have I been....bred?" Rhiannon trailed off, the gravity of the situation was getting to her. Valencia noticed this and reached her hands out and laid them on Rhiannons' thigh reassuringly. "Because you have the honor of being part of what is pretty much the royal family of the Lycan communities blood line. My brother, Alec who bred you is one of two sons. Our father was the over arching pack leader for the Southern hemisphere. He since stepped down as is traditional, when his first litter turned thirty years of age. There were two sons and three daughters in the first litter. Those two sons each capture a human girl and do their best to breed her. Whoever sires a healthy litter first, shall be pack leader as they then already have successors." She stopped to let Rhiannon take it all in. At first all Rhiannon could think of was the name "Alec" so that was the name of the father of her children...or pups? "But why a human? Why not another werewo- Lycan, I mean?" Rhiannon asked. "Because that would be too easy. A female Lycan such as myself becomes fully turned when my virginity is taken. Which means during pregnancy I can shift into my Lycan form in order to...accommodate the off spring." She paused. Biting her lip, obviously unsure of how to continue. "The reason you have lost these past few weeks from your memory is because you were initially very unwell. Which, I will say is something Alec was very pleased with. I'll explain. Because your male offspring are Lycans while forming in the womb, your human body recognizes them as being foreign and attempts to terminate the pregnancy. This is what made you so desperately unwell until the anti-rejection bodies in Alecs' saliva made their way into your system and calmed everything down. That's why he gouged your shoulder blades and then licked them while the wound was open. His saliva contained anti-rejection properties that help you keep the litter. " Rhiannon almost subconsciously reached behind her and touched the round welts on her back. It somehow comforted her to know that they had been inflicted in order to save her and her offspring. Offspring...she was getting very used to the idea now. "The reason why Alec was pleased you've been ill is because it shows you are carrying at least one male pup; a possible successor. But I will say this also, in all my reading of ritual human breeding never have I come across a case as bad as yours...Either your body is more sensitive or you're carrying a litter with a high number of males. Which is very desirable" Rhiannon couldn't help but smile at that, she was delighted that she had pleased Alec. Valencia continued. "Now. I must tell you that this is not all without substantial risk to your health. You've come through the first stage remarkably well considering how unwell you were. But there is still more to come. Before your breeding I took you and prayed to your belly and breasts that they may be able to endure the load that they will need to carry. I don't need to tell you that we call them litters for a reason. A litter of pups is usually a minimum of three and will need to be carried to full term for them to survive, as we dare not enter the hospital system for the fear of being found out. Simply put, the human body is not designed to carry that many offspring and will either miscarriage...or the mother will die from hemorrhaging and the likes." Rhiannons eyes grew wide and she felt a cold sweat appear on her brow. But it wasn't so much for her own well being she cared, but for the little lives with tiny beating hearts beating along side her own safe in her womb. Or so she desperately hoped. "Lyon, mine and Alecs' brother bred a girl two weeks ago who unfortunately lost the litter. In the very early days, during the rejection stage. Her memory has since been wiped using a herbal concoction and she has re-entered her old life as normal." Valencia stood up from the bed, smoothing her tunic with her hands. "Tradition dictates that Alec, nor any other males may see you until you reach a certain size and begin to lactate. I will tend to your needs while you grow your litter. I will also help you initiate early lactation. As Lycan males historically have a fondness for their bitches breast milk." She chuckled. Rhiannon stopped dead. Of all this information nothing shocked her as much as the thought that she wouldn't see Alec again for what might be months. Why did she care so much? For this man, this wolf that had taken her and bred her against her will? Little did she know that in being bred by him her mind and body had become loyal to him. That strange magnetic, lust inducing power she had first experienced in the males presence now manifested itself inside her. Growing stronger and his litter inside her grew larger. Rhiannon was snapped out of her stupor of thought when she realized Valencia had undressed and revealed her caramel skin in its abundance. Her succulent thighs met in the middle and her small paunch of a stomach rested happily atop them. She was definitely pear shaped. Her breasts, on the smaller side were made up for by her glorious apple shaped butt that stuck out proudly from behind. She walked over to Rhiannon, her skin alight with gold shimmer reflecting the lamplight. Gently she reached for the blanket Rhiannon still had around her shoulders. Tenderly Valencia removed the blanket slowly and drew it away from the bed. Rhiannons nipples stiffened in reaction to the cool air, and to the sultry sight of the woman in front of her. Valencia smiled coyly, kneeling on the side of the bed facing Rhiannon closely. "And now I will teach you the motions you will need to preform in order to induce lactation." Reaching out her small delicate hands she placed them on Rhiannons ample breasts. Her hands were cool and smooth to the touch, and they began to expertly massage and knead the soft flesh. Rhiannon gasped a little at first contact, but the combination of the sensation and looking into Valencia's deep pools of dark coloured eyes calmed her. Valencia continued to work at Rhiannons breasts. First in circular motions slow, steady; then faster jerkier movements, pulling them away and pushing them back. Rhiannons eyes were closed, soaking in the sensations. She felt utter trust with Valencia and it would be a lie if she said she wasn't attracted to the voluptuous woman either. Valencia then began to flick her nipples and Rhiannons eyes shot open as shots of pleasure ran up and down her spine. "oooh, so you like that then?" Valencia murmured softly, stilly teasing and flicking the now puffy nipples. Rhiannon nodded biting her lip, fuck yes. It felt good. Valencia moved even closer to Rhiannon so close that their noses almost touched. She searched Rhiannons eyes, sensing the inner strength of this mother to be. Somehow, this girl had something fierce in her; fierce like a wolf. Overcome, Valencia grabbed either side of Rhiannons face and drew her lips towards her own. She kissed her almost violently at first, before softening and allowing Rhiannon to respond. Rhiannon did so by tangling her hands in Valencia's long dark hair and kissing back tenderly her lips parted and tongue flicking playfully. They embraced like this, exchanging gentleness now, through their lips. Softly they stroked each other's face and bodies uttering forgiving murmurs of pleasure. Their bodies were warm against each other's now, skin velvet soft. Valencia smelt of spice and musk and the smell filled Rhiannons brain with a glowing aura of contentedness. It was time to finish the lesson. Gently Rhiannon took Valencia's head in her hands and she guided her mouth to her breast. Valencia took the nipple in her mouth and began to suckle. Both women closed their eyes and enjoyed the sensation, the closeness. Rhiannon couldn't help but think though, of how many hungry mouths she might need to feed once her litter was born? A Wolves' Bitch Finally his cock went flaccid and he pulled out of her, hot semen spilled and coated the furs which covered the bed. Rhiannon flopped down on her belly, exhausted, bleeding, but oh so satisfied. She could feel her masters' cum deep inside her. She new that potent seed would do what he desired. Her master still in wolf form shook himself and began rumbling deep in his chest with satisfaction. He then stood over Rhiannon and licked the wounds he'd inflicted on her back tenderly. Once she was clean he curled his immense lupine body around hers so he encircled her naked vulnerable frame. He was satisfied. His bitch had done well.