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The Alpha Ch. 01

By: luciusgrey



The woman was wearing an immaculate white Hellenic stola with no jewelry. Her olive skin was free of any form of cosmetics, yet her natural beauty and regal bearing only seemed enhanced by the lack of make up. The full raven hair that fell over her shoulders in loose curls was without any treatment beyond simple brushing. An extremely fit woman, there was light definition in her smooth limbs with her gorgeous face sitting atop an long and elegant neck. It was in her eyes that there was the only hint of her true being was the irises that glowed unnaturally green, as if they had their own light source, looking like they had witnessed the sorrows and joys of millennia. And she was undoubtedly the most entrancing and beautiful woman I had ever beheld. 

She stood on an ancient looking altar that, oddly enough, was located right in the middle of the backyard of my current home. As to what an ancient pagan styled altar would be doing in the backyard of a home in a wealthy Southern California suburb, I never got the chance to consider. 

From my disembodied point of view I saw the unconscious body of a man laying on the altar before the woman. Though his face was covered by the Corinthian style bronze helmet that covered his whole head with plates covering his cheeks and obscuring his identity, it was clear from her tender touch that the divine woman cared for and possibly revered whoever the man was. Lucky bastard, I thought. 

By this point I knew that I was dreaming though it didn't stop my panic at seeing the woman raise an obsidian bladed ceremonial knife to her own throat. I watched on horror as she drew the knife against the pale skin of her own beautiful throat. However, instead of a spray of arterial blood, there was a light flow that she collected in a brass bowl with her other hand. Within seconds the wound was fully healed with no trace of scarring and she simply wiped the excess blood from her skin, 

Dipping her index finger into the brass bowl, she proceeded to use her finger to paint runes in her own blood all over the toned arms of the man laying on the altar. As the last marking was completed with surprisingly intricate skill, small cyclones formed at the head and foot of the man's body. Swirling energy whirled around his body as the blood painted runes began to glow forest green. Perhaps most intense, somehow the rays of light from large moon overhead seemed to infuse and absorb into the prone form. 

By now, the woman was chanting. As she began to twirl and dance like a wild maenad, the ancient lyrics reached a fever pitch. At that moment, the cloud cover in the sky sudden parted and the moon's light shined down on the man's prone form. All of the sudden, my view had changed and I was looking down into the familiar face of the man.

In the instant before I was pulled from the dream by a bright flash of light, I recognized the face of the prone man on the altar. It wasn't very difficult to place. After all, the face was my own-and the woman was my mother.

:..:

What a weird dream.

I awoke with a start and realized that my alarm clock had been blaring for who knows how long. I still couldn't shake the dream from my mind, especially the divinely beautiful woman. Now that I was awake, I couldn't remember many details. I could remember what she looked like in every way except the structure of her face. I just couldn't picture it in my head. Unfortunately, I didn't have much time to consider because I had seriously overslept. 

Today might've been my 18th birthday but I still had school! And I was late. I hopped out of bed and brushed my teeth before I slid on a pair of jeans and buttoning up a white shirt before I slid on a pair of white Nikes and barreled out to the garage. I quickly slid into my car and opened the garage door and before backing out of the driveway and quickly pulling up in front of my neighbor's house right as the front door swung open and a beautiful girl emerged, her mocha skin softly glowing with morning light showing her African American heritage. 

"Mornin' Kal," I said as my best female friend opened the passenger side and got into the car. "Sorry I'm running late. I slept right through my alarm." I said as the black Audi began zipping through the neighborhood's streets that led to Fox Valley High School. 

"Slept through your alarm? That doesn't sound like you." She joked. "Happy Birthday Jimmy!" 

I turned to look at her beautiful face, seeing a heart stopping pearly smile. As our eyes met, I could hear her breath hitch in her throat and her eyes widened a bit. "What?" I asked, flashing her a bright smile. 

"Nuh... Nothing. It's just... you look different," she uncharacteristically stuttered in reply. 

"Aw man, is something wrong with my hair or something? I literally just rolled out of bed."

"N.. No. It's just... I don't know. Your eyes seem different. Brighter maybe?"

I just smiled and raised on eyebrow in question. She giggled and punched me lightly in the arm before pulling out her phone and sending a text. I was about to reply when I realized that my seat felt like it was set to close to the wheel for some reason. Which was odd since my mother didn't ever drive my car. It also seemed that my pants felt tighter in the legs and looser in the waist and there was more pressure when I shifted to better position my tightly wrapped package. I realized that I had forgotten underwear in my hurry to get out the door on time. It looked like I'd be going commando today. 

"Soo. Any plans for your birthday? Party maybe?" Kali joked, knowing partying wasn't really my thing. 

"No plans. My mom will probably want to go to dinner in a few days when she gets back from New York, but nothing tonight. Maybe I'll do something fun this weekend." I replied. 

"How is your Mom? It seems like she's been gone a lot lately." 

"Yeah, she's been busy. She's had several exhibits all over the country in the recent weeks but she's almost done."

"You're mom is seriously the most beautiful woman I've ever seen... and those eyes. She's even an amazing artist. Her paintings and sculptures are like something out my Art History book. I can't imagine how the world looks through her eyes."

"Yeah, she's always been a bit different. She swears that we are done moving around now though. It looks like we'll be settling down just in time for me to graduate high school and leave for college."

"Better late than never. Eh?"

"I suppose so. I really have no right to complain. She's always been such a good mother and she's always given me my freedom and independence along with her support. Even if we have moved every year since elementary school."

"I know it's been hard on you. Never getting too attached to your surroundings or the friends you make in a place-it's a small miracle that you let me and Davis get close. But you promised me you'd start working on it! After all, it's Senior year! Most of us will be leaving next fall and this year is supposed to be our best."

"Yeah yeah. I remember," I said as we pulled into a parking spot in front of our high school. 

"Try not to sound so excited," she joked. 

"I'll do my best," I teased as we parted ways to head to our respective classes. 

As I hurried down the hall to my first period class in an effort to minimize my tardiness, I suddenly started to feel odd. I thought it might be the start of a migraine since all of the sudden distant sounds seemed to force their way into my head. Just as the overstimulation pushed me to point of nausea, it stopped and my equilibrium returned. I quickly shook it off and entered my first period classroom. 

"Mr. Hunter, how nice of you to seem us worthy of your time," said my domineering bitch of a teacher. 

I made my way to my desk in the front row and settled in before she continued with her lecture. My biology teacher, Ms. Bethany Blake was as hot as high school teachers came. With dark blonde/light brown hair, golden skin and cerulean blue eyes the young teacher was held in the spank-banks of all her male students. The fact that she was a severe woman and often a controlling witch wasn't enough to keep the teenage boys from drooling over her. Even in her proper and professional clothing. 

As her lecture droned on, I couldn't keep my eyes from wandering over her. She truly was beautiful. I really started to regret not having time for my usual morning yank session as I saw her heart shaped ass perfectly framed in a pencil skirt as she bent over to retrieve some graded tests from her bag. 

As I felt myself stiffening down my left pant leg, she stood up and turned around. As her eyes met mine, she flashed me a dirty look. I saw her eyes flick downwards before widening noticeably. She dropped the test she was holding and froze as she stood, apparently entranced, her mouth hanging slightly open. As she shook herself out her trance, my eyes followed the path of hers had been on. Looking down, I saw a ridiculously long bulge swelling along the inseam of my leg. 

Now, I'd never been small, but this was something else. It looked like there was a long and hugely thick tube stuffed in my pants. Not only was I surprised by what appeared to be a significant overnight growth spurt, I was a bit embarrassed because my lack of underwear left little to the imagination. Through the dark denim the ridge my circumcised helmet was clearly defined and pulsing. Looking close, I could even see the thick veins that wrapped around the shaft. I was so shocked, puzzled and embarrassed that I spent the rest of the class period in contemplative silence before quickly slipping out of the classroom as soon as the bell sounded. 

I went through my next period in a daze as well. Something off was happening to me and now that I was aware of it, it seemed to be more noticeable. Surprisingly, panic wasn't my reaction as much as puzzlement. Whatever it was, I not only sprouted a cock that would make a porn star blush but I also felt better than ever. The bell the my second period class ended before I could reach a conclusion but I decided that it'd be best to roll with it since panic had never improved any situation that I'd been in. 

Unfortunately, by spacing out in my first period class I had totally missed my assignments for the night and Davis, my best friend was in Chicago for the week helping his sister pack and move back to our little town after a divorce. Miss Blake was going to chew my ear off about it, no doubt. She had always had an extra edge when dealing with me directly so I had assumed that, for whatever reason, she just didn't like me. I was always polite and I definitely got good grades, being a bit of a self-imposed loner since I knew it was easier to not get attached to people when I wouldn't know them for more than a year. I was a veritable angel when compared to some of my more crude peers. 

As I knocked on her classroom door at the start of the lunch hour, there was no answer. I opened the door, intending to wait for her return, when an intoxicating smell rushed my senses. The scent was familiar but I was too distracted to consider it further. 

As I closed my eyes and breathed deep, a female voice reached to my ears. "Oh yes. Yes! You like fucking your teacher don't you! You like that?" 

I recognized the voice immediately as Miss Blake. After breaking through my shock, I got a great idea. Pulling out my iPhone and starting the video recorder, I quietly approached the door to the supply closet containing the biology lab supplies and cracked the door. 

Looking inside, I was excited yet disappointed to see that Miss Blake wasn't fucking one of her students but rather vigorously masturbating with one hand thrust down her skirt and another clutching a balled up T-shirt to her face. 

"Oh James! Own me, Master! Fuck me with your freakish cock! Fuck your teacher. Stretch me, yyyes!" Miss Blake growled. 

A little disconcerting. I thought. Yet the topic of her fantasy didn't soften a bit at the revelation of her 'freak' side. In fact, I got even hotter as I noticed that the shirt she was slavishly sniffing was the old shirt out my gym locker. 

Realizing that I was still filming, I quietly closed the door and quickly retreated. This was all too much. Too much. Too fast. Now that I had turned 18, it was a simple matter to go to the front office and excuse myself from school for the rest of the day.

It didn't help the huge Python in my pants that the school's office administrator, Mrs. Ali was beautiful woman who had moved to the States from Jordan a few years back, though her and her husband were ethnic Iranians who had taken refuge in Jordan. Her hijab only served to enhance her image as even a burlap sack would have trouble hiding her curves. She had a naturally lean body, though she had athletic curves and didn't lack breasts. Even through her conservative attire it was obvious that her stomach was flat, her hips wide and her breasts quite heavy. She also had the kindest smile. 

I suffered in silence until I was finished signing out, then hurried out to my car. On my way home I sent Kali a text explaining that I wasn't feeling well and was headed home. She replied that I should get some sleep and feel better before assuring me she could get a ride home after school. 

When I pulled up to my house, I quickly parked and ran upstairs. Rushing to my bathroom, I quickly pulled down my pants. Without even stopping to inspect my newly enhancing equipment, I quickly reached down and grabbed myself. 

What my hand found was a fistful of thick cock that my large hand failed to encircle. It was unusually hot and throbbing intensely with my pulse. Running my hand up to a head that felt more like a hot plum, I gave a few tight twisting strokes and proceed to explode into the shower. 

After the first huge and incredibly creamy spurt splattered with heavy force against the shower wall, my eyes clinched shut. My orgasm was longer and more intense than ever and the contractions that accompanied the loud thump and splatter of my seed seemed much more pronounced. Before I could finish I collapsed backwards and stumbled back to land on my add on the floor of my room. My thick appendage was still pulsing out thick cum that splattered my chest with heavy white spend. 

All I remember after that was crawling into bed where I passed into

a blissful slumber. I was vaguely aware of telling my mom that I wasn't feeling well and her promising to reschedule my birthday dinner and bring me some vitamin water. After that I was engulfed in restful sleep, which was odd since in my conscious moments I realized that my body was in painful discomfort and my bones were experiencing a severe burning sensation the likes of which I had never felt and could certainly not describe. 

The next morning, I awoke feeling refreshed. On my morning autopilot, I did my necessities and climbed into the shower after brushing my teeth. It was only then that I truly started to notice the changes. 

For starters, the shower head seemed somehow lower and my body taller. On closer inspection I saw that the muscle mass and definition of my body had both been increased. 

My standard form was 5'11" and a lean 180 lbs. Oddly, I had had a 'six pack' abdomen since middle school and was always very lean yet bordering on muscular. But now, I had obviously gained somewhere around twenty pounds and shot up at least two inches in height. Despite this, there was something in the back of my mind that assured me everything was alright. Great, in fact. And it wasn't exactly like I had sprouted horns and hooves or anything.

Even more startling, was my groin. A huge, tight fist-sized scrotum containing very large testes sat contentedly underneath a very heavy penis. My formerly eight inch shaft had certainly been enhanced. My personal inspection had somehow aroused me and my shaft was clearly still growing despite the fact that it had to be near ten inches already. My thickness had been slightly enhanced too, luckily not to the point of not fitting into a nice slit. 

I noticed that I had gotten a bit carried away with admiring myself and my bathroom clock informed me that I was late, again. I hurriedly dried and got dressed, quickly realizing that some clothes would no longer fit. 

Again I rushed out into the garage without breakfast, not even feeling like I hadn't eaten in over a day. Again my Audi zipped back out of my twisting driveway before pulling up in front of Kali's house. She was already waiting this time, and as she got in I was so busy apologizing that it took me a minute to notice the way her eyes were roaming over my body. I had quickly thrown on jeans and a T-shirt in my rush, so I knew it wasn't my wardrobe she was inspecting. 

"Have you been working out? I mean, more than usual... or something?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah. New workout." I less than smoothly covered.

"It ...well, it certainly works for you." She said, almost distracted. 

It was then that my newly keen senses picked up a smell that put my body on edge. My already crammed cock was stuffed down my left pant leg and when compared to my usual half dozen daily spank sessions, it had been severely ignored. In protest, this lovely smell caused it to thicken and stretch down my leg, further stressing my jeans. And it did not go unnoticed by Kali, her eyes widening as they came to rest on the gradually growing meat. Watching her react was getting me severely turned on and we were both beginning to pant. Fortunately, that was the moment we arrived at school. 

I opened her door for her before awkwardly mumbling a goodbye and racing off to class. As expected, Miss Blake was pissed.

"I'm so sorry we started without you, Mr. Hunter. I know your time is so much more valuable than ours but would you please take your seat?" Miss Blake said in a falsely sweet voice. 

I quickly obeyed but proceeded to fix her with an intense stare throughout the entire following lesson. At the end of class, she asked me to stay after. 

"Mr. Hunter I am not impressed with you performance this week. I don't know what... HEY! Are you even listening to me!" She screeched. 

I wasn't. I was imagining what her smooth skin and soft curves would look like underneath the purple sweater she wore over a white blouse and black skirt. Something primal rose inside me and for the first time in my life, I didn't hesitate or stop to think, I simply took what I thought to be mine. 

"Ms. Blake. Bethany. We should talk." I arrogantly sniffed at her. 

"What..."

"Hold your tongue!" I yelled.

She looked appropriately shocked and cowed, so I continued, "any imaginary authority you think you have over me ends now. From this point forward, you are nothing but a slut!" I growled. 

"How dare you! Who do you think..." she started, before being cut off my the sounds of her pleasure coming from my iPhone. 

"How... What..."

"Shut up, Slut. I will send this video to every student and staff member in the district before I send it to your parents and your church group if you even try to go against me again."

"Wha.. What do you want from me?" Miss Blake worriedly asked. 

"Did I say you could speak? Now, take your top off. No arguments."

"But..."

"I said no arguments!"

She whimpered before sadly nodding and moving to obey. The purple cashmere sweater came off before her shaking fingers started on the buttons to her white blouse. 

"I'm waiting." I said impatiently. 

She hurriedly pulled the blouse from her shoulder to reveal a royal purple lace bra struggling to contain large, heavy breasts. Her golden skin was smooth and soft and I felt myself further hardening. 

"Now the skirt."

"Please, James..."

"Alright, I'll just post the video of you jilling off to one of your students on the Internet. We don't have to take this any further."


The Alpha Ch. 01



She quickly jumped up babbling and removed her skirt before looking up at home for further instruction. 

"Kneel." She did so without hesitation. I quickly blindfolded her with her silk scarf. 

"Take ten deep breathes." I said, having pulled my pants down to my knees and positioned my crotch right in front of her face. 

She breathed deeply through her nose, shuddering after the first exhale through her mouth. In and out, she breathed, growing visibly worked up with each breathe. By the tenth she was shaking with need and her purple lace clad mound was drenched. 

"Open your mouth." I said, setting the recording of her masturbating to my shirt on a loop and setting my phone in a nearby table to provide added stimulation.

As she did, I stepped forward and slid the tip of my engorged cock into her mouth. She grunted and mumbled in surprise but couldn't do much more as I gripped both sides of her head and slowly slid into her hot, wet mouth before slowly pulling it back before repeating the process. 

As my cock slid in and out of her mouth, I reached down and removed the silk scarf blindfolding her. Her eyes widened in shock as she found herself looking up the length of my whole shaft as she suckled at my head like she was nursing. The view of my thick and hugely long cock with just it's head in her mouth was an erotic sight. Without realizing it, she quickly tried to get more meat in her mouth, not even noticing as her hands were tied behind her back with the scarf. Unknown to me, my pheromones had begun to effect her and when I grabbed her head tightly and flexed a spurt of precum onto her tongue, she moaned and began to wildly try to swallow my length. 

"That's right, my little slut. Blow me." I said, causing her to moan in pleasure. 

The blowjob began to get increasingly noisy as she tried to get the large cockhead into her throat in an effort to take more than just the tip of the prodigious organ. Loud squelching and slurping filled the room and soon Miss Blake was wildly fucking my cock with her mouth. 

"Ak ehk gek gak gak gak agh ak!"

"Keep it up. I haven't cum yet today and once won't be enough so I'm going to give you more jizz than you've ever seen. Naturally, you'll swallow every drop."

My cockhead finally slid into her clenching throat as she took me deeper, bit by bit. Once she had all she could take, her head began bobbing up and down, her tongue flicking to stimulate the portion of shaft she couldn't swallow. When she went particularly deep, I held her head down and she simply began contracting her throat muscles around me. I knew that was the end so I pulled back just as I felt the first shot of cum churning it's way out of my balls. 

The ridge of the large cockhead got caught on her teeth for a moment and in that instant her mouth was totally full from the unexpected influx of semen, being forced out of the corner of her mouth before she managed to swallow just in time to catch another spurt and another. There was no way she could keep up with the volume or rate of my ejaculation so I pulled out of her over flowing mouth after the six or seventh spurt, jizz had dropped to cover her chin, neck and chest in large white puddles that seamed abnormally creamy and thick. 

By now she was moaning and actually cumming from administering me a blowjob and that turned me on even more. With little ability to focus, but knowing I wanted to feel those very large breasts, I slid the thick cockhead under the purple lace top of the cup and continued to empty myself into the large lacy cup of the purple bra she still wore, which quickly overflowed, causing me to switch to the other large cup for the last three large streams of spunk. 

By now, in addition to her chin, neck and chest being splattered thoroughly, there was creamy wetness fully saturated into each bra cup to the point where there was a large river of cum streaking down her to flat stomach on each side of her toned abdomen. The sight just served to make me hotter and she gasped in awe, shock and a little fear as she saw my cock extend and expand a bit more before I roughly pulled her up and bent her over her desk. 

Yanking aside the crotch of the purple lace boy shorts exposed her drilling pink slit. As much as I wanted to force himself into her, I knew by just a brief look that it would be overly painful for her if he were to do so. Also, I wanted my first time in her pussy to be in better circumstances where I could enjoy her more. So I simply slid my erection along the crack of her ass between her panties and skin. Squeezing her ass cheeks together around my shaft felt wonderful and her enthusiastic reaction and fearful whimper any time the tip of my click came near her anus had me turned on hugely. 

It wasn't long before I was again exploding, this time all over her pale arced back and delicious buns. I pulled back a bit further on the back thrust and pushed forward underneath her, feeling her wet lips slide along and grasp at the top of my shaft as I proceeded to forcefully blast huge pulses of cum that was caught in between the lace and her shaven mound. Cum was copiously running down the inside of her legs and she was panting and shifting on her desk, making squishing and squelching noises. 

As I finally finished cumming, I stood up straight and exhaled before tucking myself back into my pants. I removed the scarf that bound her hands and she raised herself up on shaky arms. 

"Alright, my slut. That'll do for now. You can wipe off any visit cum now but you WILL spend the rest of the day wearing those undergarments." The were totally sopping wet with jizz, bra and panties both. 

It was obvious that she was a little shaken and unsure but she obediently followed my orders. To cement my control over her, I showed her that I had been recording the entire encounter. She simply bowed her head submissively and accepted her fate. It seemed a little too easy but at the time I had no idea about the effect my pheromones had on women, especially any who actually injected my seed. She was now mine, bound to be completely. 

Now it was time for class. 

:..:

That evening as I headed home shortly after sunset, I saw a dark blue BMW coupe parked on the side of a stretch of road that ran through the woods. I figured it was two teenagers, probably from my own school, doing what teenagers usually did out in those woods (even if they werent up at 'The Point', a high ridge that looked down on our entire town and was the popular lovers lane). 

Pulling up behind the vehicle only seemed to verify my initial suspicions as I recognized the car as belonging to Stephanie St. Claire, widely accepted as the hottest girl at my school. However, on closer inspection, it appeared that she was alone in her car. 

As I approached, it appeared that my presence startled her. She quickly motioned for me to get into the passengers seat and reached over to unlock only the passenger side door. I gave her a puzzled look, as we had never spoken to each other. I opened the door and began to ask her what was wrong when she yelled, "hurry! Get in! Quick! It's still around here somewhere!"

She seemed to be scanning the dark trees on either side of the road, so I quickly sat down and closed the car door, which she quickly re locked. Before I could say anything, she quickly threw her arms around me and sobbed. I was very confused but I still did my best to comfort her. 

"What's going on? What did you mean 'it'?" I asked after a moment. 

"What!? You mean Ryan didn't send you!?" Stephanie shrieked. I assume she meant her boyfriend, Ryan Long, but I had no idea what she meant by anything else. 

"No. I just saw your car pulled over on the roadside and stopped to offer help. Why would Ryan have sent me?"

"Oh god!" Stephanie groaned, "I thought he sent you because you had a gun or something!"

"I'm seriously confused. Why would I need a gun?"

"The mountain lion! I parked my car here when Ryan and I went up to the point in his truck. When I came back by car wouldn't start and this giant mountain lion came out of nowhere and started circling my car! I don't have cell service but I was hoping one of my texts got through to Ryan. Oh god! What are we going to do!?"

"We can take my car and send a tow truck back for yours. There is no cell reception here so we don't really have much of a choice."

"Are you crazy! You were lucky not to be eaten walking from your car to mine!"

I was about to ask how she even knew the animal was still around, as mountain lions aren't known for aggressively seeking out humans. In fact, most human victims to their attacks are children or small women and then usually only in certain circumstances. However, at that moment a pair of eyes reflected off the light issuing from her headlights. 

"Ok, I see it. When I tell you to, slowly get out of your door and walk to my car as calmly as you can. You have to trust me." I said, unsure of exactly where the calm knowledge was coming from. 

"What!? No... I can't..."

"Just do it! I'll handle the cat!" I responded a bit harshly. 

Stephanie looked at me for a moment before slowly nodding her head. As soon as I stepped out of the car, I heard the cat start a deep hissing in it's throat. I stepped out in front of the car and signaled Stephanie to move. The instant she exited the car, the big cat stepped out of the trees and escalated it's hissing while flashing it's fangs. 

It started to slink around me toward Stephanie before a deep growl ripped from my own throat at the same instant that the nighttime dark became much easier for my eyes to see in. The cougar looked startled and immediately vowed it's head before scampering back into the woods. As I closed my mouth and turned to where Stephanie had safely made it into my car, I noticed my teeth felt different and the air was full of different smells. By the time o reached my car though, my body seemed to return to normal and I slid into the car next to Stephanie. 

"What... What happened? Did you growl at it?" She asked in disbelief. 

"Did I?" I feigned ignorance, "I don't remember. Anyway, are you okay?"

"Yea... Yeah, I think so. I still can't believe it. A fucking mountain lion!" 

"They are actually quite common in this area. But still, quite shocking."

"Damn right!" She laughed, finally at ease with the knowledge that she wouldn't be eaten alive. 

As I drove her home, we talked and I realized that she really was a very nice girl. Despite her act, I could tell that she really was quite intelligent and kind. I dropped her off at her house never expecting to speak with her again and drove home. 

That night I was extremely restless, somehow inherently aware that it was the third and final night of the full moon. Despite the assurances echoing in my mind, I decided to go for a run on the trails that wound through woods behind my house. Eschewing a shirt in warm night air, I started at a moderate pace before my increasing my speed to the point that my feet were tattooing the ground faster than any Olympic sprinter who ever lived. 

The exhilaration of moving so fast as the trees blurred by on either side was quite intoxicating. I felt warmth and strength coursing through my body instead of the tired burning that usually accompanied such physical efforts. My senses were heightened to the point that I had no difficulty seeing my surroundings and numerous overwhelming scents registered from the surrounding woods. 

As I ran, enjoying the euphoria that accompanied my impossible speed and agility as well as the way that my body now seemed significantly lighter as if gravity and air friction had decreased, I caught a faint whiff of a scent that I had never smelled before yet vaguely reminded me of wild flowers with a light smoky hint. In that moment, I imagined laying in an open meadow full of flowers as the sky was on the verge of the year's first rain and a soft smoky accent was teasing my nose as it drifted lightly from a mesquite barbecue. It was divine and unearthly and it completely drew me in only to drive me mad. 

My last sensations before the shift overtook my body was the feeling of my cock lengthening and thickening in both arousal and true growth along with the sound of strong fabrics tearing. I stumbled in a moment of inexperience and panic at my new four legged status but managed to stay on my feet. 

Werewolf. 

The voice coming from somewhere deep within me was soothing in it's confirmation of the suspicions if been carrying around since my birthday. Despite common sense dictating that I should react with panic and disbelief, I felt neither. I had been denying and debating the concept for a couple days already so the idea wasn't rejected immediately by my mind like it otherwise would have. I had always been the sort of person to put my faith in evidence as opposed to what my society pressured me to accept, so I was left with little choice but to accept the fact that I was currently standing on four legs being bombarded by an intense barrage of sights, scents and scents that I would've never experienced otherwise. 

The surrounding darkness was totally illuminated with a slightly purple tint while the night sky was covered with swirling vortexes and normally invisible constellations. My ears seemed to pick up not only the sounds of the surrounding wildlife but also their movements and directions as if I could hear the disturbance of the passage of their various body parts instead of just detecting their steps and contact with the surroundings. Smell was by far the most enhanced of my senses as I could actually formulate a picture of an area and even a sense of events that had happened in it using scent alone. In this form, my nose could pick up chemo signals and pheromones that would allow me to discern someone's mood, feelings and health long after they passed through an area. Closing my eyes, I saw a detailed map of the entire area around me in my mind with every living thing highlighted in great detail as my nose not only picked up other scents but also catalogued the effect that my scent and breath had on the air and environment surrounding me-kind of like a bat using echolocation, or at least that's the comparison I used at the time. 

Through it all, that floral and slightly smoky smell smell stayed with. When I transformed the scent became much stronger and I experienced small subtleties that had evaded my human shaped nostrils. Without thinking my feet began to trot before picking up speed as I flew along over the ground towards the small lake that I had deduced was the destination of whatever left the scent behind. Cutting across a rock formation to come out onto a large rock that protruded out over the lake and was used by local kids as a high jumping point into the lake, I finally laid eyes on the scent's owner. 

I quickly ducked back out of sight and laid down on my belly so that my eyes were the only thing protruding over the stone ledge I lay behind. 'It' turned out to be a 'she'. And she was ridiculously sexy while somehow managing to be genuinely beautiful at the same time. Her body was flawless, her face was innocent and her eyes screamed lustful seduction. With ivory skin, her long wet hair was a dark flaming red while her eyes nearly matched my own with their intense green irises and intelligent gaze. 

She appeared to be somewhere around 5'7" and had a slim but vaguely athletic build. Her divine ass and womanly hips were enough to make a man hurt with only a glance, without even considering the long, sexy legs. Her breasts were large, but not huge, and were very perky and round yet maintained the vaguest teardrop shape to verify the absence of surgical enhancement. Her aureolas were quite small relative to her large breasts yet the nipples themselves were quite large on the firm alabaster breasts. 

I was distracted from further admiration after many eyes followed one of her dives into the water only to accidentally notice my own reflection. Oddly enough, the first thing I noticed were my eyes. Instead of their normal emerald color, my irises were crimson red and glowing softly. Beyond that, I saw about what I expected to see-a very large wolf. However, I wasn't 'very large' but rather more like 'giant' at around the size of a small horse or large pony while I estimated my weight to be similar to that of a large Siberian Tiger. By the way my claws actually gripped into the granite formation underfoot, I could tell that my claws (and likely my teeth) were at least as hard as diamond. It was that moment that I realized just how interactive the voice in my head was. It was like an artificial intelligence more than anything. 

Our claws and teeth are indeed harder than diamonds. The average werewolf has blue eyes and only has the ability to shift to a hybrid form. You are an Alpha. Unlike Grey Wolves, or even the supernatural race of Lycan, an Alpha Werewolf is physically and biologically distinct from a normal werewolf. Larger, faster, stronger, sharper senses, additional abilities and possessing much higher potential for arcane power. 

"Uh... Who... What are you?"

I am you. More accurately, I am a compartmentalized piece of you. I was dormant throughout your life until your coming of age activated me. 

What...? How did this happen to me? 

As stated previously, I've always been here and your coming of age activated your power. Werewolves can only be created in two ways, being born of at least one Werewolf parent or surviving the bite of an Alpha. Normal werewolves, Betas and Omegas, cannot turn a human-only an Alpha. It is another of the differences between Alphas and normal Weres. 

That was the moment I detected the intruders. I could sense that there were three of them and their auras weren't human, even if I didn't yet poses the skills to identify what exactly they were. Worried for the mysterious woman, I immediately shuffled back and moved around in a route that would circle the cove between the rock formation I had watched from and the shore that the mystery woman had left her clothing on. 

As I moved through the trees a few meters inland, I finally got a glimpse of the three individuals approaching the woman with stealth. Expecting something humanoid, I was surprised to see three large female lions stalking through the cover provided by the trees. As soon as I saw them, the voice in my head began it's history lesson. 

Not lions, but rather Werelions. Similar to Werewolves in many ways but different in others; chiefly, Werelions turned fully into large lions when they shifted (where as Werewolves could only shift fully if they were very powerful or possessed a particular recessive gene. Even Lycan, who fully shifted as well, didn't take on the appearance of any actual animal but rather looked like giant black Hyenas in their animal form). 

Referring to themselves as The Set, Werelions were created as a race by the Egyptian Goddess of Healing and War, Sekhmet. In many ways they were like the Nahual, Jaguar-Men, who had been created by the God Tezcatlipoca (the Aztec God of night, magic and war; among other things. Called the 'God of Smoking Mirrors') and also shapeshifted to a fully animal form. Another similarity was the recessive gene attached to their DNA that caused the children of some Werelions to be born as Werecheetahs and some of the offspring of the Nahual to be born as Werepanthers. The same thing happened to Werewolves, with the Werefox, or Kitsune, coming into existence as a recessive gene in Werewolves, though they now had their own clans and status as a race. 

It was then that I finally realized that my mother had been telling me these stories my whole life as 'fictional' fairy tales. If that was the case, there was a lot more out there than just various Were-creatures. Pagan Gods, Angels, Daemons, Vampires and magical humans like Witches, Mages and even Berserkers (men who used arcane ritual to physically and spiritually imbibe themselves with an animal's might and power by using the skin, bones, teeth and claws. 




The Alpha Ch. 01



The three lionesses, I would later learn their names were Kali, Talia and Malia, had no idea what I was when they saw an enormous wolf with glowing red eyes and inky black fur that lengthened around it's neck into a mane almost as pronounced as one of their males. They knew of werewolves but the had been under the impression that few wolves could fully shift and those that could retained the mass from their human forms, so they had no idea what to make of me. Not that I gave them much of a chance. 

I was immediately amongst them, twisting and striking out at them. The rightmost lioness, Kali, was clearly the most aggressive. Her lunge would've been more effective if my right paw hadn't swiped her legs from under her as I turned to face Malia, the center lioness. However, before Kali could impact the ground, my left rear paw shot put behind me in a mule kick that found her ribs and sent her sailing through the air to impact the trunk of an oak tree in an explosion of bark chips and wood splinters. At the same time, my right shoulder slammed into Malia, knocking the air from her lungs before I rolled over her back and snatched up her hind leg as I flung her into a stand of stones. 

By the time Lea and Malia regained their footing and shook the cobwebs from their rattled skulls as their accelerated healing began, I was holding Talia by the back of her neck between my jaws. Afraid that I would snap her neck, they just froze and watched helplessly as I moved around behind Talia after pinning her chest to the ground his one large paw and proceeded to move behind her. The two cats watched helplessly as I mounted their sister after running by long tongue into her damp labia. It was hard to decipher their expressions as instinct led me to guide my enormous lupine phallus into Talia's tight feline opening, desire her tightness conspiring to keep me out. 

After overcoming her tight resistance, I remember very little through the cloud of lust and pleasure. After howling deeply at the moon and pumping impossible amount of seed into the lioness' tight box, the two other females quickly shepherded their dazed sister away through the woods. Remembering why I had originally come to that side of the lake, I turned in search of the painfully beautiful redhead only to find her gone. Her scent disappeared into the water and, being that I was still getting used to walking on four legs, I wasn't eager to swim into the cold and dark water. I would remember that scent though, there was no doubt. 

:..:

As I neared the dirt lot that lake goers used for parking, I detected the unmistakeable metallic scent of blood. Quickening my pace, I trotted into the stand of trees that surrounded the lot and took in the scene. The sight of a police car with it's driver's side door open almost sent me back into the trees, after all I was totally lacking clothes and in the form of a giant wolf. A quick scan showed only one heartbeat in the lot, presumably that of the police officer. The smell of blood, mixed with the irregularly slow best of the heart drew me forward into the open lot. As I trotted around the rear of the car, a shot sounded and I felt a painful impact along my flank. 

In a flash, I blurred back around the car and took shelter. Ignoring the pain, I shifted back to human form with only minor difficulties. After I was once again a man, albeit a naked one, I called out, "hello! Who's there?"

"Hel... Hello? Over here..." A weak voice called out. 

Cautiously edging my way back around the car, I saw the police officer sitting on the ground with his back propped up against the side of his squad car. He had his Glock service pistol leveled at me with one shaking hand, yet that wasn't the most striking thing about his appearance was the fact that he sat in a growing pool of his own blood. His uniform and Kevlar vest were shredded by large lacerations and his face was pale with blood loss. There were also two emptied magazines on the ground and shell casings scattered over the dirt that eagerly absorbed the man's leaking blood. 

Without hesitation I scurried around and picked up his radio, "this is an emergency. We have an officer down. Repeat officer down..."

"Don't bother. They shredded the cord", the young patrolman said just as I saw that the radio's handset wasn't attached to the receiver. 

"Who? Who did this to you?"

"Monsters. ..,Afghanistan and Iraq and I... I've never seen anything like it. My bullets only pissed then off..." He said, fading out of consciousness. 

"Hey! Wake up! Stay with me, damn it!" I yelled. 

"He's as good as dead. Don't worry about him, worry about yourself," a voice said from behind me. 

Turning, I saw a dark haired man, perhaps the same age as the downed police officer. Immediately my sensed told me that he was something other than human. "Why did you do this?"

"He's just a human. Humans mean nothing. You are all just meat."

"If he means nothing, then it shouldn't matter to you whether he lived or dies."

"Touché. Unfortunately, for him, he messed my brother up good. Shot him in the face repeatedly."

"You're going to damn a man for defending himself?"

"Key word being man..." He smiled.

"Well, if your brother looks anything like you, bullets to the face will be an improvement."

The man simply smiled and said, "I'm going to skin you alive for that, boy."

"Well? What are you waking for?" I said, standing up and turning to face him. 

"Your a brave one. What's your name?" He laughed.

"I'll tell you when we're done."

"You won't be able. No matter. I'm going to enjoy this," he said, advancing. 

Lunging towards me, I was expecting a punch yet was surprised when the blow manifested as a open handed swipe. It was only when the claws that projected from his fingertips flashed in front of my face as I barely managed to dodge that I understood. His irises were now glowing a sick yellow color. Oddly, I only then realized that my opponent was without even a stitch of clothing, like myself. 

Lycan, the voice in my head whispered. 

His foot slammed into my sternum and sent me rolling back over the hood of the patrol car. Feeling the beast rise in me, I channelled the emotion and power into my limbs. I snatched his next attempt to disembowel me by the wrist, surprising him. A strike from his other hand was stopped the same way, so that we were standing face to face with my hands grasped around his wrists. He tried to use his supernatural strength to push his claws forward into my chest but my arms held.

I had always hated bullies and this man seemed like the ultimate coward, preying on the weak and making victims from anyone he could force into his will. It was also in that moment that I really realized what would happen to the wounded patrolman if this Lycan brute got through me. Oddly, it never really occurred to me that his 'getting through me' would likely mean my death. 

By now thoroughly puzzled, my opponent locked eyes with me right as I let the beast inside rose to the surface. My irises glowed bright red as I met his stare. The blood drained from his face as he said, "impossible! It can't be.. Ahh!" 

The man's stunned realization was interrupted as the bones burst from

both of his forearms in compound fractures under the pressure of both of my hands. He fell to his knees weeping and I grabbed him around the neck with one hand and lifted him clean off the ground. 

"Run, little bitch. Leave this place. If I ever you see you or any of your Lycan scum in my territory again, I will draw and quarter you with my bare hands. Now GO!" I menaced, before hurling him more than seventy feet into a large boulder that cracked under the impact, sending a fine granite dust up into the air. 

Turning back to the officer, his name tag said 'W. Long', and checking his pulse, I realized that he was near death after having lost such a large amount of blood. I became panicked for one of the first times in my life. 

Bite him, the voice said, He will die otherwise. 

Obviously, I wasn't overly keen to put my mouth on a man in any capacity. Yet I couldn't think of anything else to do. Somehow I knew that even if he was magically teleported to an Emergency Room in that instant, it was too late. There was simply too much tissue damage in the area of his internal organs and any blood transfusion would be too little, too late. I didn't know what my note would do but I had seen enough werewolf movies to guess. Plus, the voice had said that only Alphas could make new Wolves with a bite and I was obviously an Alpha. Knowibg time was short, I decided to listen to the voice that had served me well this far. 

Feeling my fangs lengthen, I bit softly into his wrist, careful not to damage the tendons, bones or vascular structure. The wound from my bite barely bled but I decided to wait and see what happened. After a time, I had no idea how long, the officer's breathing became strong and his heartbeat picked up pace. Not knowing what to do, I turned to head home after making a short circuit of the area to guarantee there were no Lycans waiting for a chance to finish what they started, confident that he would be alright, I moved to leave after I retrieved a box of 9X19mm parabellum ammunition from the patrol cars trunk and reloaded one of the empty magazines with 17 rounds of 115 grain 9mm hollow points. As I moved away through the trees, I heard the voice. 

He will survive. 

:..:

The next day, Miss Blake pulled me into a side office before class started, "James, what happened yesterday was wrong. I should've known better but I let my urges..."

"That's nice but I don't really see how it matters. Your opinion is irrelevant. You. Are. Mine." I replied, watching her try to pretend she wasn't squeezing her thighs together. 

"Please... Don't make me... It would ruin me!"

Softening suddenly, I assured her, "I would never let that happen. You serve me now and I will always protect you. You will never have to worry about things like that again-you're free." 

I was feeling more powerful, confident and vital than I ever had in my life. Strength and life surged through my physical form and everything seemed more intense and tactile. "However, if you truly wish to stop, I will give you a chance. I won't make you do anything. All you have to do is last thirty seconds."

"What... What do you mean? Thirty seconds?"

"Kneel. I'll show you. Or would you rather I show you some of the footage I caught yesterday when you were servicing me?"

"Ok. But remember, you promised..."

After she kneeled down on the floor so that she was staring at my crotch, I unsnapped my pants and my partially partially aroused cock hung directly in front of her face, "all you need to do is resist this for thirty seconds. The instant it goes into your mouth, you admit your submission and stop this futile resistance and unwarranted guilt. You. Are. Mine."

I knew she wouldn't last. And she didn't. She didn't even make it to ten seconds. This unfettered confidence was new to me but somehow I knew that it was the other way to deal with the situation, otherwise she'd end up hating herself and I'd end up not getting laid. Everything was going so well in my life, developing so quickly, that I should've known something would soon go wrong. 

Looking back, that was a massive understatement. 

:..:

After school, I drove over to David's for my Krav Maga lessons. David had been a paratrooper in the Israeli Defense Force and now ran a Mixed Martial Arts gym. He didn't care much for MMA but it was where the money was. As a result, he was ecstatic when I inquired about learning Krav Maga upon hearing that he had served in the Israeli armed forces, agreeing to set time aside for us to train and spar on one of the mats a few times a week. 

I was beginning to realize that intense physical activities now gave me a high rather than tired lungs and wobbly limbs. David was certainly of a higher skill level than myself yet several times he was only barely able to keep me from getting the better of him in our sparring. After our lesson, he gave me an odd look and then complimented me on my performance. It wasn't just speed and strength, he was impressed with thinking and the way I controlled the tempo and timing of the match. 

As I walked out of the gym, I was looking behind me to call a goodbye to David when I bumped into someone, I heard "watch it asshole!" 

"My bad, I wasn't..." I started to say before I realized I was face to face with our high school's tough guy, Matt Hagen. He had been walking towards the Italian deli next door accompanied by Dante Jackson, Will Devereaux and two girls that I knew from school. 

After I turned to face the group, intending to apologize and I move on, every member of the group's nostrils seemed to flare. Immediately, all except for Ryan bowed their heads without thought. Ryan, however, looked extremely pissed for no reason that I could discern. 

"How dare you violate my territory! I'll..." 

Snap! 

Without thinking, driven only by primal instinct, my fist shot out and slammed into his diaphragm, causing him to double over as he gasped for breath. "Don't be a dick," I said, before simply walking away. The other members of the group looked shocked, as if their minds hadn't allowed them to think that what had just happened was even possible. 

It was only when I was driving home that I realized the whole group smelled familiar. They were werewolves too. That meant that they were probably a pack. If so, Matt was definitely their Alpha. It was unfortunate since he was obviously a an arrogant and egotistical sadist. I had certainly seen him act the part enough times. That meant that I would certainly be seeing him again, and soon. 

I had barely gotten home when my phone rang. I answered the phone, "Hello?"

"James? This is Jennifer... I just met you, we'll sort of met you, outside the deli. I was with... Matt?"

I was pretty sure that Jennifer had been the hot brown haired girl with him. The other, a blonde cheerleader type, was named Courtney. At least I thought so, seeing them from school but never having actually met them. 

"Let me guess. Once Matt got his wind back, he started spouting all kinds of threats. And now you're calling to... What? Warn me?" I asked. 

"Well, yeah. That exactly... He wants to meet you at Lovers Lane tonight at 10pm.."

"Well, that's nice of him. Tell him thanks anyway but I'm not into guys." I quipped. 

Jennifer giggled unexpectedly before turning serious again and responding, "he thinks you are challenging him. I can't ask you to face him but if you did, you'd be freeing all of us from his tyranny. None of us realized there was another way and while you might prove to be a worse Alpha than him, I don't think you are. I... I just wanted to say... well..."

"Tell him that I'll be there. After tonight, you'll be free." I hung up. 

As much as I'd like to claim heroic intentions, the truth was that I was bored with life, eager for adventure and I sensed power for the taking. Also, that primal drive constantly in the background of my mind pushed me to be the Alpha, to test my strength and to have a pack. 

:..: 

The view from 'Lovers Lane' really was quite beautiful, our entire town sprawled below. As I looked out of the lights below, my peaceful silence was interrupted by, "Hey bitch! You hit me with a cheap shot and now your going to pay."

Turning towards him, I saw that the four members of his pack had formed a semicircle at his back. Their expressions ranged from tentative to outright fearful, yet there wasn't a doubt in my mind that I could, and would, defeat him. I peeled off my shirt and stepped forward as the members of Matt's pack, both male and female, looked on in awe at my chiseled statuesque physique. I locked eyes with Matt, his irises already glowing like red hot coals while his temper ran even hotter. 

"Cmon then. Let's do this." I said calmly. It was apparent that he was confused by my lack of fear. In that moment, I knew Matt had never fought another Alpha. From my scent, he would know I was a wolf, but not an Alpha. He assumed I was an ambitious upstart with alpha potential, not an actual Alpha like him, as a wolf has to defeat an Alpha to become one. Usually. 

Matt's body shifted to it's hybrid form. His ears changed to an Elf-like shape, his sideburns lengthened, nostrils seemed to broaden and the angles of his face changed. Curved claws sprouted from his finger tips and he grew fangs, large canines grew from the top while lower incisors lengthened slightly and sharpened. The transformation was beautiful rather than grotesque, even on an asshole like Matt. 

With a snarl, he charged forward. I wasn't eager to kill anyone, even somehow who probably deserved it, so I decided on a show of force that would hopefully force him to back down. Remembering what my inner voice had said about the rarity of werewolves who could shift to a full wolf form, and those that did retained the mass of their human forms, I decided on a demonstration. Right as Matt closed the last two meters between us, I called up the power that constantly warmed my inner chest. 

My body grew and transformed in an instant. Before Matt even knew what was happening, he was pinned to the ground on his back. My large paws stood on his chest as I growled and bared my teeth right in front of his face. He whimpered and his bladder released the instant he got over the shock. His pack was staring in shock at the spectacle of their previously infallible tyrannical leader being crushed to the ground by a giant black wold with glowing red eyes. My roar caused Matt to bear his throat in submission and all four pack members to fall to their knees, the irises of their eyes glowing blue and claws and fangs extending while their faces changed to a more predatory shape as the Beta wolves involuntarily shifted to their hybrid forms. 

I shifted back to my human form as I stepped back and said to Matt, "get out of here. If I see you again, or your come near my pack, I will tear you to pieces. Your territory, your pack, your everything is now mine. Now go!"

"Impossible", was the only thing I heard as I watched him scamper away. 

I turned to look at my new pack. It was clear that they were still wary and more than a little scared. None of them had ever seen a full shift and we're still trying to come to grips with the change of their situation. As the adrenaline wore off and they changed back to human forms, I felt their eyes running over my naked form. I felt a little award as I was under the impression that Will and Jessica were a couple while Dante and Courtney were also together. Both of the girls looked at me like I was Adonis, undisguised lust in their eyes. 

"Don't feel bad Jennifer, I know you thought this a long shot and expected me to lose. I chose this, you didn't trick me into freeing you."

"Thank you. For everything," Jennifer said, kneeling in submission to signify her acceptance of my as her Alpha. Courtney quickly followed, her eyes glued to my oversized cock. 

"Dante... Will... The choice is yours. I won't force you to do anything that you don't want to. I won't force myself on your girlfriends or treat you like slaves. If you join me, it'll be of your own free will."

The two exchanged glances and, for the first time, I realized that their affections weren't aimed at Jen and Courtney. They were attracted, no-in love, with each other. "Oh. I see," I started, "it's alright. If you love each other, nothing should keep you apart."

"Matt said it wasn't natural. That we couldn't be together. Said we were weak," Dante said. 

"I won't keep you apart. You have my word."

"Then we will join you," Dante said, his teeth white against his African American complexion as he smiled for the first time. 




The Alpha Ch. 01



"Do you know how to seal the pack bond?" Courtney asked, a sly smile on her face as she spoke up for the first time. 

"Yes", I said. Faster than even their supernatural eyes could follow, I shot forward and sank my fangs into the necks of both Will and Dante, not wanting to give them a chance to feel fear. 

"I apologize boys, best to rip a bandaid off quickly though."

After a moment, the initial fear faded and they both nodded and smiled. The girls, on the other hand, required a different method. 

"Me first!" Courtney squeaked.

"Size queen", Will chuckled.

"So what? Look at that thing!" She defended. 

Courtney was the hot blonde cheerleader type that guys everywhere dream of and gawk at through high school. Tall, slim and leggy, Courtney had smallish breasts and a beautiful heart shaped ass. She had large pale green eyes and easily tanned skin with a smile that made a man want to melt. 

Jennifer was just as beautiful, possessing that undefinable quality that separates 'hot' girls from the truly beautiful. Her brown hair matched her large brown doe eyes, her features intelligent and sophisticated. She had a wonderful ass that was sized just a touch bigger than her proportions would indicate while her breasts were on the large side, though not huge, perky and nubile in their shape. 

Courtney, playful now that she was more calm and giddy with her newfound freedom, got down on her hands and knees and wiggles her butt enticingly. I kneeled behind her and began to process of slowly feeding my cock into her, stretching her painfully though she begged me not to stop. After a few minutes of lightly sawing my tip into her, I slapped her ass, punched her clot and slammed into her. She screamed and came before I proceeded to change my angle of attack, pinch her nipples and sink my teeth into her neck as I jackhammer fucked her nonstop. After the sixth consecutive orgasm, she passed out cold. 

Jennifer was much more gentle and sensual. After finally fitting my cock into her from behind, I pulled her back up against my torso and proceeded to pepper her neck and shoulder with soft kisses while I pumped in and out of her with maddening slowness but inexorable force. Softly messaging her breasts and stomach, I eventually let one hand migrate down her midsection to softly rub all around her clit without making contact. When I sensed she was close, I held her tightly against my body as I softly bit down on her neck and emptied myself into her core as it spasmed in orgasm. There was an impossible gush of semen when I withdrew, her lips stretched so tightly that none of the seed could escape around my shaft. 

As one, the five of us howled at the waning moon, my vocal cords producing a sound more like a giant lion's roar than the howl of a wolf. I now had a pack of my own and I felt responsible for them as an indescribable bond bloomed between us.



The Alpha Ch. 02



I felt positively giddy as I drove to Scott's house. As I waited at a stoplight, I checked his text to me once more to be sure there had been no misreading of what he wanted.

"Elaine didn't compare to you. Come back to my bed. Now." 

Did it bother me that he had not only fucked this Elaine, only hours after he had finished with me? Was I hurt that he had all but dismissed me from his bed the other day, casually and almost contemptuously informing me that he was going to fuck another woman? Should I resent being treated as a slut at his beck and call? Was I a fool to allow this man to have his way with me when I could have any man that I wanted on my terms? My head knew the answer was yes, but my heart yearned for Scott, and my pussy was wet and ached for his cock. It was only the other day that he had given me the most incredible sex of my life, having stripped away my pride and haughty self-confidence, leaving me totally compliant and helpless to do naught but give into him completely. 

I had given my pride away and was left with only desire. Well, it was more than simple desire that sped me on my way to his house. It was more than just the physical need for Scott to hold me naked in his arms and to penetrate me, though I desperately wanted him to do both. I had never been so low as I had for the past day or so, knowing that he had been with another woman so soon after marking me. I wanted to reclaim his entire male essence and make it mine. I wanted Scott to know that I would yield to him in every way that a woman could, so that he would never want any one else.

And with that thought uppermost in my mind, I found myself at his door, my heart pounding. And before I could knock, he opened the door and I was instantly in his arms, our mouths hungrily joining in passionate need. Scott's cock was already full erect, straining at his shorts and pressing into my body. I held nothing back, my impassioned, desperately wanting kiss telling him all that he needed to know. My breasts ached for release as they flattened against his manly chest. And release them he did, in one swift motion as he literally ripped off my blouse and undid the clasp of my bra. And then I felt the roughness of his unshaven cheeks against my soft breasts. He devoured them, his mouth suckling my nipples as he cupped and savored the fullness of my charms. I melted and yielded to his passionate need for my body, whispering my desire for him to take me.

And then he roughly pushed me to my knees, and I knew what he wanted. I tugged off his shorts and my mouth found and engulfed his erect penis, so beautiful, thick and veiny and as hard as a diamond. Even as I sought to be careful with his sensitive organs, he thrust his erection repeatedly into my mouth, his low-hanging testicles slapping against me. I gagged and tried to pull away, but was unable to dislodge his cock, which continued to piston my mouth. My eyes watered with the pain of trying to pleasure him, and then, thankfully, he pulled me to my feet and held me at arm's length away from him. As he looked me in the eye, he tugged off my skirt and once more I stood before him, naked and defenseless. And then, with a kiss his hand found my pussy, and he found me dripping wet with desire. I looked at him with expectant, wanting eyes and he took me in his arms and carried me to his bedroom, his sexual prize. And I knew that he had me totally -- body and soul.

And he laid me on his bed, naked and completely his to with as he pleased. He moved his body on top of mine, my legs spread in submission as he positioned himself to enter me. His cock found the opening to my vagina and in one thrust he buried himself inside of my body. And I came. I came with such intensity, feeling his erect penis filling me once more, completely and to a depth I had only dreamed of. I no longer cared about his other women, about who else he had pleasured. I only wanted Scott to be balls-deep inside of me. And as he continued his vigorous plundering of my body, I relaxed and yielded completely to him.

Scott moved me from beneath him to my knees, his desires forcing me to accede to his sexual demands. I complied with his every requirement, moving this way and that as he sought his pleasure. And I came. Over and over, until I was almost drunk with the release he provided me. I physically ached for him to be done with me, so sore had he made me with his vigorous lovemaking. With slow, unhurried strokes he fed his full length in and out of my body, his control of our mating was total. His hands sought out my low-hanging breasts and I was pleased that he enjoyed them so much. His touch was firm but surprisingly gentle as he caressed them. And then, as he tossed me once more beneath him, I heard his voice.

"You're mine, Cheryl. Understand? You're mine to do with as I want."

"Yes," I replied. "Oh god, yes. Don't you know how much I love and want you?" My gasped reply was almost inaudible.

"Good," he replied. He took my legs over his shoulders, exposing my defenseless pussy. I had this fleeting thought that it was almost unfair for a 6'4" muscled specimen like Scott to be using a woman as petite as I am in such a savage way. And his entry was indeed savage and I cried out in real pain. But if anything my cries spurred him on as he drove into me with pile-driver intensity.

And then, as my hands sought out his slender, muscled buttocks to steady his motion, I felt his body tense as he bottomed out. Scott released his seed once more inside of me. And as I felt his ass clench and unclench, I knew that each rhythmic pulse signaled a release of his seed inside of me. I visualized the tip of his penis sending out volleys of virile sperm against my cervix, spurt after spurt of his potency filling my ravaged vagina. One more I carried his alpha male essence; his liquid offering finding a home in my most private place. I had become a receptacle for his sex. And I didn't care. I didn't care about the other men who wanted me, so long as I could give this one man my female essence entirely. And, yes, that meant impregnating me. What woman would not want a child with a man like Scott?

We lay there for some time, both spent and exhausted. Scott enfolded me in his arms and once more I slept contentedly, my head against his chest. He was all that I wanted and I knew that it would be on his terms. I no longer cared whom he might be with so long as he would be with me as well. Well, that's not true. It did bother me. But I knew that I would have to acquiesce to his need to have other women. I wondered how many other women were in his stable and had fallen for him as I had. My coming so quickly to his house and to his bed in response to his summons, or rather his command, left no doubt of my sluttish needs.

As I idly stroked his chest, I was conscious of his cum continuing to seep from my opening, half an hour or more after he had finished. It was almost unreal to think that one man could produce so much cum, and even more amazing as I reminded myself that he would have had to recharge after being with Elaine. It's no wonder that men are so horny, with all of that pent up sperm in their bodies. Maybe that's all a woman really is to a man, a vessel into which they pour out the contents of their balls. If so, then I would have my hands full satisfying a stud like Scott, whose sexual needs were unrelenting. I was going to have to accommodate him; that much was certain.

As he slept soundly, I shifted a bit so as to examine his sex more closely. His spent penis lay against his thigh and even flaccid, it was impressive and I wanted to examine this giver of pleasure more closely. Even without the wellspring of blood that swelled it to hardness, I marveled at its size. It was a beautiful, golden brown color, offset by a lighter, pinkish color at the tip. A smear of our juices had dried on his thigh, where it rested, quiescent for the moment. I carefully lifted his cock and ran my fingers over its length. Scott shifted slightly in his sleep, his legs opening slightly to reveal his balls. I knew that they were busy creating countless millions of sperm cells even as he slept. I wondered casually where they would find a home and then smiled, knowing that certainly Scott would require my body at least once more before sending me on my way again. I had only been with a few men of course, but none of them had a sac to match his. I thought that he was part bull and part man, driven solely by his testosterone, which his balls produced in equal proportion to the life giving seed they churned out. Both were surging into his body even now.

And I had to have him in my mouth, and so I did, fellating him slowly and gently. And even in his slumber he responded as I felt the blood filling and distending his cock. The veins on his stiffening penis now stood out clearly, as they poured blood into the spongy tissue. The transformation of a penis into a cock was a marvel, and I think for the first time in my life I appreciated the magic of this change. And I was determined to bring Scott's cock to its full magnificence. He was awake now, his hands stroking my hair as he moaned with pleasure. I felt his cock pulse slightly and as I pulled my mouth from him, I saw a tiny upwelling of semen appear at its tip, knowing that a full measure of his male liquid could not be far behind.

Scott positioned me on my side and with my ass pushing into him, his cock once more found and pushed past my opening. He was still a bit sleepy as his motion was slow and gentle. It turned me on to hear the squishy sounds of our lovemaking, as I still carried quantities of his fluid from our earlier session. Scott played with my breasts as he drew me tightly to his body. Then, he arose and without skipping a beat, pushed me down into the sheets. As he began to thrust into me more vigorously, I felt his recharged balls slap repeatedly against my ass. I knew instinctively that he would not last long, and he didn't. Once more his cock spasmed inside of my vagina, sending out its potent contents in forceful spurts. I knew by now that each of his deep grunts signaled an ejaculation and I felt four separate pulses. I lay motionless so as to give him full control of his orgasm. When he had finished inseminating me, he fell on top of me as I felt the full weight of his massive frame press down on my tiny body, almost smothering me. But I stayed as still as I could be. Then as he pulled himself off of me, there was an audible plop as his softening cock withdrew from my body.

"Was that good for you, baby?" I asked, knowing full well that it was.

"Damn right it was. You just couldn't let me sleep, could you?" He smirked knowingly. 

"I love pleasuring you, Scott. And I don't know, I just wanted to touch and look at you naked while you slept. I sort of got carried away." I smiled at him and he took me in his arms and kissed me. I responded and felt my pussy throb with desire. What a slut I was becoming! I touched myself and a surge of his spunk came out of me and onto my fingers. I brought it to my mouth and tasted our mixed juices and smiled coyly.

"Do you do nothing but make cum? It's ridiculous how much you put into me! Look at the mess you made!" I giggled, pointing at the huge wet spot beside me.

"My nickname isn't Peter North for nothing, babe."

"Who's Peter North," I asked.

"A porn star, famous for the volume of his orgasms."

"Oh, I see," I said making a mental note to Google his name when I had the chance.

"And speaking of which, tell me what you're doing for birth control. We never got around to discussing that. Now's probably a good time, seeing as how you have several hundred million of my little swimmers deep up inside of you."

"Don't worry," I said matter-of-factly. "I'm fitted with an IUD. I took care of that before I got online -- slut I might be, but I'm not stupid."

Scott grinned, "Yeah, you are becoming quite the hungry little slut, aren't you?" I should have been pissed at him saying this, but instead it excited me. "But, here's the deal. You fuck only me. That's how this is going to work. Understood?" The tone of his voice was harsh.

"I have no problem with that. I deleted my profile and kicked the two other guys I was going to do to the curb. But you have to promise me something." And my look was serious.

"Promise you what? That I'm only going to be with you? Ain't gonna happen."

I sighed, hearing him voice what I already knew to be the truth of our connection. "No, that's not what I meant. I just want you to promise me that you will make love to me on something approaching a regular basis. I mean, my motor is running now and you're the only one who's going to drive this body." And I sat up and proudly displayed my naked body to him.

"Mmmm, yeah, I can do that," he said as he helped himself to a handful of my bared breasts.

"And, Scott, promise me that you will be sure that the other women you are with are clean. I don't want to catch something."

"That's a given," he said. "Besides, I'm more selective than you might think."

"Really?"

"Really. Elaine has been a regular partner for over a year. She's divorced, doesn't want to date as she has two young kids, and we get together a couple of times a month -- strictly sex."

For some reason I felt relieved, although why I felt that way, I don't know.

"And I service two couples I met on the site, or rather I service the wives while the husbands watch."

"Really?" I was genuinely intrigued, although I knew from his validations that he enjoyed couples.

Scott laughed, "Yeah, really! I mean, I'm open to new women, but, frankly, with you in the stable, my needs should be more than met. You're going to be my 'rich bitch', which makes what I'm getting from you all the more pleasurable. I've always wanted to service a classy woman like you."

His words thrilled me. And I suppose he was right. I was rich and could definitely e a bitch when I wanted to be. "So, you like taking control of a woman like me, do you?" I grinned. "Well, then that's what I'll be then -- your 'rich bitch' slut! You know, speaking of rich, I am quite well off. Would you consider letting me buy you things or take you with me on vacation sometime?"

"Sure, why not?" he said with a laugh. "I'll be your boy toy, if that turns you on."

"It does." And I meant it. It did turn me on. And I was so glad to know how we would be together after this. But I had one question. "Did you know I would come running back to you when you texted me today?"

"Yeah, I did. You loved what I did to you the first time, but I had to give you a day or so to soak in the simple fact that I am generous with my cock. That's why I told you about Elaine. Sex is on my terms. Women want an alpha but they also want to manage him when they get one. Let them practice their wiles on the millions of beta males out there. You deserve and crave what I offer as an alpha. And you're a true cum slut, but only if what you're getting in your pussy is of superior quality and quantity. Tell me I'm not right."

My reply was immediate. "You're absolutely right. It turns me on so much to be carrying your seed in body. That's sort of the way we women are wired -- the oxytocin doesn't flow unless the man is right for us. And you are so right for me. But I promise not to be a problem for you, I mean, get all possessive and mushy." And I paused. "But that doesn't mean I won't fall in love with you. I'll let you be a man if you will let me experience all that I want as a woman."

"Done and done!" he said as he clapped his hands together. "Come here, you."

And I melted into his arms. And for the first time, he truly made love to me, tenderly and with passion. I couldn't get enough of his kisses. And when a few hours later, I left him sleeping soundly in the bed, I walked unsteadily to the door, and was conscious of how sore I was. Perhaps it was all for the best that he had other sexual options. I seriously doubted that I could physically handle all that he required of a partner. For now, all I wanted was a warm bubble bath at my place; and the chance to take in the events of the last few days.

And as I walked to the car, I muttered to myself that I really should get that IUD.



The Alpha Ch. 03



I suppose that as a woman of independent means, I had too much time and money on my hands for my own good. I had neither children nor a career to make demands on my life. I just had myself and that should have been enough. I was highly intelligent, capable, and well aware that I was super attractive. I was in my prime, having shed my moneyed husband but only after seeing to a lifetime of financial security. What woman would not want to be me? Heck, I wanted to be me! Men fawned over me but, truth be told, I found their attention to be boring for the most part. They all wanted to fuck me -- no surprise there, I guess, but it turns me off when a man surrenders his power to me so that he can have me. What is it that drives a man thus? Still, I suppose I'll miss the attention when the day comes that I can no longer attract men as I do now. But Scott had shown me a new way; a path of submission, and I wanted only to let him lead me down that path as I explored pleasures I didn't know existed a month before.

Scott never disappointed me as our relationship developed. He saw to my carnal needs regularly and allowed me to love him, without ever really returning my feelings in kind. I think that somehow if he had, I would have lost interest. Scott required and expected me to service his sexual needs, requiring my unquestioning fidelity all the while continuing to pursue his own extracurricular pleasures. In some perverse way, that excited me. Not only was I aware that he was sexually active with other women but he seemed to make a point to tell me when he had done so. And with each cycle of anger and disgust over being treated so casually, I returned again and again to his bed, as if determined to win him over with my body and with the financial resources at my disposal.

I showered Scott with gifts, hoping I suppose against hope that with all I had to offer, that he would mend his ways and want only me. It can take a long time for a woman in love to realize that she can neither chain nor change such a man -- that the offer of her body cannot bind him to her. And, as I was learning, neither could her money. And I anguished on those nights when he was with another woman. I had in time accepted his ongoing involvement with Elaine. She was no real threat nor were the two wives that he serviced off and on. Actually, that fascinated me. Scott had the power not only to bed two married women, but also to do so with the active connivance of their husbands. This was all new territory for me, but with each step down that road, I found myself increasingly enmeshed in his world. Scott was addicting and, I was learning, he wielded his power in unpredictable ways.

Like any addict, I made repeated vows to end my self-destructive ways, only to find that I was powerless to shed my habits. I could not bring myself to tell him that I had lied about having taken care of my fertility. Twice I had made and broken appointments with my OBGYN to be fitted with an IUD. My body was quite regular in its menstrual cycle and as best as I could, I tried to limit my copulation with Scott to those days when I was safe. But only rarely did I turn him down when he demanded that I be in his bed. I knew that there were days when I took his ultra virile sperm into my body that I might well be ovulating. And when thankfully I had my period each time, I breathed a sigh of relief that I had again dodged a bullet. And, as I discovered, his sexual bullets were live rounds. I was living on borrowed time.

I don't know what made me finally give in though to Jeff, the man I had met on that swinger's site some weeks before. I had not broken off our e-mail exchanges and had agreed in the end to meet him for drinks one evening, knowing full well where this all might lead. And he was completely charming and handsome. I had gone out of my way to look good for him and when we met at the restaurant, I knew instantly that he was totally mine to do with as I chose. And as he chatted me up, I only listened to snippets of his conversation, my mind unclear as to whether or not I would sleep with him. I knew full well that he wanted to fuck me and was doing his best to make that happen, so I just smiled a lot and let him give me his best shot.

And in the end, I agreed to a nightcap as his place. Yeah, a nightcap! I followed him in my car to his home, which was in a gated, upscale development a mile or so away from the restaurant. I knew what was going to happen and I think in some way this was me desperately trying to get back some measure of control or personal power that I had yielded to Scott. No man was going to control me! And fucking this random man was going to be a statement.

So I played the part as best as I could manage. I had no doubt that he wanted me. Well, I mean really, he was like all of the other horny men who craved me. And that meant power, and I desperately wanted to reclaim some sense of my own personal power. It didn't matter that he had no inkling of my real desires. I was going to let him fuck me and, I hoped, make him want me as I wanted Scott. It was my pride, or perhaps the surrender of my pride with Scott, which made my decision to use my body as a tool to gather in Jeff's lust for my body.

And he really was quite the gallant suitor, obviously so proud of his lair and offering me a drink from his well stocked bar. I thought idly that I could have bought him ten times over, but played my part as best as I could. Truthfully I was viewing all of this almost as a disinterested observer. Jeff quite obviously was playing a set piece with me, one which no doubt had charmed many other women. And so too I played my part, laughing on cue at his jokes, and using my body language to convey my willing acceptance to join him in his bed. I chuckled inwardly as I sat on his bar stool and parted my legs slightly in an unspoken signal of my willingness. The only element that made this other than commonplace was my delight in making the seduction perfect.

None of this was lost on Jeff. He told me how beautiful I was, not that I needed to hear that. I mean, I knew my charms better than he did. The excitement for me was owning him, captivating him, and making him drool with desire. Yes I was going to let him do me, but only after he had offered proper submission. So, I played the bitch.

"Oh my goodness, it's so late," I said, looking at my watch. "I have to head home!"

"So soon?" he replied. "It's early. We're still getting to know each other!"

"I do have to meet with my financial advisors tomorrow morning, Jeff. And it really is late."

He showed some balls and moved to me, his hand my long legs as he sought to kiss me. And I let him, wondering what his next move would be.

"You can stay the night and leave early. Okay?"

"You are so naughty! Who told you I would agree to that?!"

"You did -- with what you wore tonight and how you came on to me." And of course he was right. My dress was quite provocative. And so, the decision was mine. His hand was now on my thigh, lightly caressing my flesh.

"Mmmm, well, maybe just this once." And I inclined my body slight to him and he kissed me. And it was really a very nice kiss. And then I just let him have his way with me. He wasted not a moment in exploring my body, his hands all over me. He felt that he had overcome me in some way, not knowing I had made my own statement. No matter, it did feel good to allow him to have my body.

And, I have to admit; Jeff had all the right moves. With practiced skill, he brought me next to him, his hands seeking out my most intimate places. I knew immediately that the soft curve of my breasts had captivated him, as he sought pleasure there immediately. Good boy! I yielded willingly as he tested the readiness of my sex, his hand groping my vulva.

I think that every woman knows when to release her own power and yield to a man. And so, I simply yielded to Jeff. Unlike Scott, Jeff really was quite simple. He wanted simply to fuck me and I was going to let him do just that. I had viewed his penis online but now wanted to have some idea of what was going to be put into my body so I felt his crotch. I can't say that I was disappointed, as I knew his endowment to be average, but he was rock hard, and, as a woman, I appreciated his desire for me.

And then, for some odd reason, he led me to the hot tub in his backyard. Like that was romantic or something. Well, I suppose it was, so I just let him have his way. He pulled off my dress and I stood before him naked, as he so obviously wanted. His hands never left my breasts, I swear, for the next five minutes, as if he had never touched a woman's breasts before. I mean, I know my boobs are really nice, but they couldn't be that amazing! But what did I care? Jeff was raging to fuck me. And then I dropped the bombshell as he positioned himself to enter me.

"Jeff, you have to use a condom."

"What? But why?" he replied, completely gone with lust.

"Because I'm not protected." And that was the truth. I didn't want his sperm inside of me. And I wanted to be in control.

"Damn," he said, his erection poised scant centimeters from my pussy. "Okay, wait here."

I smiled with some perverse satisfaction as he bounded from the hot tub to his house, his erection bobbing up and down. It was rather nice to be in control again. And when he reappeared, ripping the seal from a condom, I relaxed once more, ready to accept him into my body.

I almost laughed as he fumbled pulling the latex over his cock, which truthfully as actually quite nice. Once seated, he turned his attention to me once more and with one determined thrust, he entered my pussy. And it did feel good. I'm just saying, mind you. A man who is determined to fuck you can feel good. Knowing that you are yielding to some guy can feel good. So I just laid back and let Jeff fuck me. And I thought wickedly that I could have done the same with any of the random men who wanted to fuck me.

And Jeff fucked me with true passion, or at least true lust. And I appreciated the reality of his lust, having wondered if Scott truly felt that for me or whether I was nothing more than his sperm receptacle. It felt great to feel the pressure of a man on fire for my body. Jeff proved to be a vigorous lover, and to my surprise I came more than once on his rock hard erection. I knew for a certainty that it was in yielding to a man that I would find my deepest pleasure. Jeff may have been far less of a dominant alpha than Scott, but he was giving me something that Scott could not -- true passion for my womanly charms. And as I realized that, I found myself surrendering unexpectedly to his passion.

Although now on my knees, my body pressed against the hard surface of his hot tub, I yielded fully to Jeff. He sought to reposition me, but instead was treated to my removing of his condom as I moved to fellate him. And I did, taking his cock into my mouth. I wanted him fully inside of me. I knew that he would comply. After a minute or so of his cock in my mouth, I turned again to offer him my unprotected pussy. And he wasted no time in entering me. Now I had his bare, erect cock inside of me. And an unbidden orgasm wracked my body as he plundered my depths. Once more, a man was taking control of me. And I was glad that I was past the point of caring who he was. Jeff pistoned me, his pleasure audible in enjoying my body, as moans let me know of the lust which now controlled his body.

A woman so enamored of a man, has so sense of time or place, so it was surprising to me when I sensed Jeff reaching his climax. I wanted him to withdraw from my pussy as he did so -- honestly I did -- but he was well beyond that point as I felt his body tense and knew in that instant that he was pouring his sperm inside of me. Even the most experienced woman is not prepared for the instant of a man's ejaculation, being so focused as we are on our own bonding hormones. But truthfully, our surging oxytocin release cannot compare on a primal level to the release of a lover's seed into our pussy. And Jeff had done just that. He had mated with me, inseminated me, as Scott had done so often. And in so doing, he had wiped clean my casual desire of an hour ago to fuck and forget. I had let him mark me. I carried his seed, and no mental gymnastics could wipe that clean. He had cum inside of me. And I had again lost control.

Jeff lay on top of me, his breathing labored. I had nowhere to go, so I just lay there, quiescent and wondering about the consequences of the past hour. I felt as though as I had betrayed Scott. Jeff's sperm would be inside of me for a week, seeking my egg. And though I had enjoyed our coupling, I did not want to carry his child. As he nestled against me, I felt real shame. I had violated my pact with Scott, fucking another man. And why? Yes, Jeff had been nice and had pleasured me, but really that was just me trying to assert myself. I did not want his seed inside of me. And so I dressed quickly and left.

And I ignored his e-mails, texts, and phone calls for the next week. Thankfully, Scott was out of town, so I had time to just settle out from my indiscretion. Scott was not one for loving communications, and I was glad for that. I felt violated, cheap, and frankly disgusted with my actions. I wanted Scott inside of me. I wanted his cum to purify me in some way. I hoped that he would never, ever, discover my infidelity. And I totally ignored Jeff's repeated messages. I mean, he had fucked me, had his way with me, so why couldn't he now just go away? But he didn't. And then, distressingly, he even threatened to reveal my sluttish ways to Scott.

Damn and damn! Why are men so perverse? I had let Jeff fuck me, and I mean fuck me bare, and he now was trying to destroy my life? I felt my life slipping away from me; or at least my control of it. I still carried deep inside of my body the seed of a man who seemed determined to damage me. Well, that sucked! I think I understood what drove men to such extremes. They were driven by their need to mate with multiple women. And to me that was such utter bullshit! I just decided to hunker down and weather the storm I had created.

And in the end Jeff just gave up. I was relieved though I was even more relieved that the results of several in-home pregnancy tests had been negative. The thought of having a child by a beta male like Jeff was loathsome. It had become very apparent however that there was a reason for my rolling the dice as I had been doing with allowing first Scott and then Jeff unprotected access to my pussy. After years of enjoying the childless good life and the fruits of my ex-husband's highly upscale income, I now wanted something more. I wanted a child. I had no intention of getting married again -- ever! Though I was now totally in sync with my sexually submissive side, that didn't extend much farther than the bedroom.

Scott was obviously the one to do the deed; or was he? His plusses as source of fertilizing sperm were many. He was physically a marvel, although truth be told I knew that the day that he curtailed his demanding exercise regimen, his bulky frame would go to nothing but fat. He was built like a bull, although I found it rather singular that his barrel-chested torso stopped at his rather trim waist and an ass that was truly perfect; high, tight, and firm but not at all as oversized as his upper body. His thighs were thick and heavily muscled, but, again, they tapered to a more slender lower element as his calves were less pronounced. His cock, well, I mean really, what was not to like? And his bollocks were almost obscenely generous. Well, the last two elements really were not deciding factors, as they were simply his reproductive equipment and more for my pleasure than to be taken into account for the decision I was trying to make.

And, woman that I am, I tried to imagine the reproductive results of our mating. If I had a son by Scott, I hoped that he would have some elements of his physical magnificence, but tempered hopefully with my more well proportioned frame. Scott was not what I would call handsome so much as he was striking; almost imposing in his rugged masculinity. Okay, that would work if my son had his facial features. But try as I might, I couldn't imagine what a daughter with Scott might look like. In the end I gave up and trusted that she would favor me. I'm not at all shy about admitting that my looks and figure were first-rate. Any child of mine could do a lot worse than have my features.

But beyond all of that I knew little of his genetic background, so I made a mental note to delve a bit more deeply into his past. I wondered if he would guess my reasons. I doubted it -- likely he would simply think I was just being a female trying to get my hooks into him with all of my questions. I didn't think that he would be pissed if I questioned him. With his alpha confidence, he would take it as a given that all women wanted to possess him. And to an extent, he was right about that. It had taken me time to yield enough so that my being with him was on his terms, not mine. I wondered whether his alpha qualities could be passed along genetically. I knew him to be highly intelligent and fairly successful. He had a surprising taste for beautiful objects; be they art, ornaments, or women. I had spent most of my time on my back at his place but the female in me noticed that his house had surprising style. So, all of these qualities were on the asset side of the ledger.

My mind ran through a list of other possible sperm donors; friends and business associates of my husband's mainly. It didn't take long to dismiss all of them. I then had this moment of inspiration that perhaps I should go on a long cruise or visit an upscale resort. No doubt I would find a wealth of attractive, horny men there! I had ample resources for an extended vacation along these lines, reminding myself that if I chose to go this route, I had best be sure to plan carefully so as to find the best breeding stock. And I chuckled inwardly at the thought. But really, women are driven differently than men. We can and will be whorish and enjoy sex for its own sake, but even when we might be a bit sluttish; we still rated every man for his potential as a partner. Only when a man had passed that hurdle would we spread our legs and take allow them to have their way with us. And though we loved men, we distrusted them instinctively, or rather we knew and distrusted their driving motivation.

So, yes, perhaps selecting some random man on a cruise might be the best option. The downside of course was that I would not have the time to learn about his background. I would be making a fateful choice based mainly on my attraction and my instincts. And I had no sense of how readily I might be impregnated. Scott had had me on several occasions when I was likely ovulating, but nothing had come of that. Jeff didn't know it of course but his insemination of me was at the right time of my cycle as well. I had dodged spermatic bullets over the last few months and was glad to be more in touch now with what I wanted in my life. 

In the end I decided to give Scott a month to impregnate me, and then I would seek another, random man on a cruise or at a resort. The real question now became whether or not to tell him that I had lied about my being safe. And I was very nervous about that. Scott had a temper; I mean he had been a UFC fighter and his veins ran rich with testosterone. Though I enjoyed being on the sexually receiving end of his driven nature, I did not want to be on the receiving end of his temper. I shuddered to think of what he might do to me if he knew of my being with Jeff. I decided to just tell him what I had in mind and be grateful that he did not know where I lived if this all blew up in my face.

I knew that he was due back Friday afternoon from his extended business trip. We were to reconnect Saturday evening. I knew that he had reserved Friday evening for one of the two couples he serviced on a fairly regular basis. So, Saturday morning I decided would be the right time to call. His balls had almost certainly been drained by then and I hoped that perhaps he would be sated and more amenable to what I was about to suggest.




The Alpha Ch. 03



I phoned about 9:00 Saturday morning, very nervous but when he answered, I was thrilled to hear his voice. We chatted a bit about his trip and how my week had gone. He told me to come over around 7:00 that evening -- told me, mind you, not asked me. Well, okay, I did like him telling me! Anyway, I said that I needed to talk with him first. He told me that I could tell him anything, which was a relief.

"Okay, well, it's like this. Uhm, I told you I had taken care of birth control but the truth is that I haven't."

The line went dead with silence. He said nothing -- nothing.

"I'm not pregnant, Scott, if that's what you're worried about."

"I see." His tone was flat. I gulped a bit and proceeded.

"But I want a child and I don't have much time. My clock is ticking. I want you father a child with me." There, I had said it.

"Of course you do," he replied quickly. "What woman wouldn't want the child of a superior, alpha male? I've bred three women already, including Mary, the woman I was with last night. Her husband has long accepted his role and wants her to have a second child by me. So, be in no doubt as to my ability to give you a child as well."

I don't know how to describe how this all hit me. I suppose I was relieved that he wasn't angry that I had lied to him about having seen to birth control. Then I was aghast that he could be so casual about impregnating three other women. Then, I understood what he really was about. He was an alpha in every sense. He expected and perhaps required women to give him the ultimate gift -- an unprotected, fertile egg.

As I soaked in the reality of his take on all of this, he broke the silence.

"The deal is, I won't be responsible financially or otherwise for the consequences. The child will be yours, not mine. If you want to be bred by a superior male, as I'm sure you do, then I will gladly supply you with my seed as often as it takes for you to conceive. But if you have any notion that I will give you anything beyond that, you'd better find someone else."

And I knew that he meant it. And then I began to tear up a bit. "I'm so worried that I might not be able to conceive. What if I am just too old? Oh, god, Scott, you're the man I want to give me a child. But it may take time! Promise to be patient with me!"

And with his reply, I did in fact fall in love with him. "I have the time and I will promise to schedule you to my bed more frequently in the future. Let me know about your cycle and we'll work it out. Have you talked to your OBGYN about this?"

"No, I haven't," I admitted.

"Well, I want you to do that. Soon."

"Yes, you're right." And he was right. It was past time for me to keep my wants secret. If I wanted a child, Scott's child, I needed to do all that I could to make it happen. And it did make me want him even more knowing that he would be working to make this Mary pregnant again as well. I had no illusions that he would be mine only. And truthfully, I didn't want that.

Scott told me to forget about being with him that evening and to make an appointment with my doctor as soon as possible. And so I did. It turned out that I had an inverted uterus. My doctor knew I was divorced but didn't ask me why or with whom I was wanted to have a child. I suppose he had seen and heard it all. Whatever the case, he scheduled me for a DNC procedure the following week, which went off without a hitch. I was mid-cycle a few days hence and Scott had suggested I spend a four-day weekend with him, Friday through Monday. I readily agreed, glowing with the knowledge that I would be highly fertile and ultra receptive.

I've known great sex before, but nothing will ever compare to those four magic days. I had booked a suite at the Four Seasons for us, with every amenity. I had gone to every length to look amazing for him. I can't even begin to say how thrilled I was to be his receptacle in every sense while we were there. Scott performed like a stallion, from Friday morning through to Monday afternoon when he checked out. I couldn't get enough of his sex nor was be ever sated with mine. He made frequent and welcome demands of my body, and I told him again and again that I wanted his sperm. And he delivered his seed to my unprotected and receptive body more than a dozen times. I was in total bliss. We enjoyed poolside time, and while I was vaguely aware of other men checking out my body in my skimpy two-piece, I was more conscious of the other middle-aged women checking out Scott. Few men can wear a Speedo without looking ridiculous, and Scott was one of them. There was no mistaking the shape of his sexual organs. And I felt smug knowing that he was mine and that the other women could but wonder at the pleasure he was giving me.

Scott was amazing that weekend. And I was amazing as well. Again and again I received his liquid offering into my body. I was familiar with the subtle rhythms of my body and knew that I had ovulated late Friday evening or early Saturday morning. Scott seeded me with blissful regularity, his body making demands on mine, which I was only too happy to accept. By Sunday I was sated and wanted time to recover from his frequent and impassioned requirements. And I thought that if I were not pregnant from the efforts of this weekend, I never would be. And I didn't want to think about it. Why could the Mary's of the world conceive so easily when I could not? It all seemed so unfair.

I suppose it should have bothered me that Mary's husband phoned him Sunday afternoon to let him know that his wife had tested positive. I didn't quite understand how a man could not only allow another man to impregnate his wife but to thank him as well. I felt a bit deflated, and envious, that this other woman could so easily be impregnated while I had to work so assiduously at it.

And for that reason I sought to be even more receptive and carnal in my yielding to Scott. I felt in some way that I needed to compete with this Mary and would not stand for another woman to carry his child when I could not. And when our bags were packed and we drove away late Monday afternoon, I felt, well, a bit different. I dropped Scott at his place. He kissed me lovingly and I drove home and after a long, warm bath, I slept through to the next morning.

And I was aware when I awoke that my body was sending out new and confusing signals, so I found a box of the home pregnancy tests I had purchased after my regrettable tryst with Jeff. And I was absolutely elated when I saw the result of the first test was positive. I wanted to call Scott with the news but waited until the second test Wednesday showed positive as well. Even then, I made no mention of the wonderful news when we chatted that evening, but I had an appointment with my doctor Friday. And it was only then, when he told me that I was in fact pregnant, that I shared the news with Scott.

"That's great, baby. I knew you had it in you!" He knew both of my desire to have a child and my fear that I might not be able to do so. "Let's go out and celebrate!"

"Oh, yes, let's!" I replied with delight. And so we did, with a romantic candlelit dinner at the best restaurant in town. And when he mounted he later that evening, I did so with a special glow. I was carrying his child after all. And, so was Mary. And I wish I knew why that was in some way exciting to me, but I was so into my pregnancy that I didn't care.

I saw less of Scott over the next nine months, but when I did he was actually very sweet and though we did make love a few times, I had lost interest in all of that. And he knew it. I was certain that he had found other women as willingly receptive as I had been but I felt no jealousy nor was my desire the same as it had been. I gave birth to a perfect son, Sean, nine months later. It's hard to tell what a child will be when full grown, but Sean certainly had some of Scott's features. I learned that Mary had given him a second daughter. I was glad that he had given me a son. And a few years later, I did take that cruise. And as I approached the end of my fertile years, I conceived a daughter by a handsome, dashing man named Frenchman named Albert. And, yes, I had set out on that cruise with that end in mind. And, yes, he was gorgeous and intelligent and charming. And, no, he would never, ever have any idea that his exertions between Gibraltar and Malta had borne fruit. My daughter Maya is wonderful in every sense. Though of two different fathers, they both favor me.

And Scott learned to leave me alone. I know that he learned about my having a daughter, and not by him. In time he just went about his own way, which suited me fine. I found my own power again. My submission to Scott had yielded the fruit of our son, but never again would I let a man own me as he had.