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Claimed by the Pack (Atroxa & AvalonsGuardian)

Atroxa

Atroxa

Star
Joined
Mar 16, 2013
Location
USA
Werewolf Pack Members:
Alpha Male - Fenrir - Nearly white with gold eyes, largest male
Alpha Female - Ylva - silvery gray, dark gold eyes, larger female
Second Female - Talia - red-tan with green eyes, smaller female
Darren - gray/brown grizzle, green eyes, tall but lean
Faelen - smaller of the two that found Lorelle, dark gray with blue eyes
Ulfric - larger of the two that found Lorelle, dark grizzle with brown eyes
Lyall - black, large male with hazel eyes, medium build
Alek - dark brown with gray eyes, second smallest
Caden - dark fawn with blue eyes, smallest male



Lorelle looked forward to days like this all week, especially this time of year. It was mid spring, the days growing longer which meant that there was more time to do things she liked after she was done with the day's chores. She had lived her entire life on the farm, she had never known anything else. They occasionally went into town to sell their goods, the vegetables they grew, the wheat and cotton, as well as wool sheared from their sheep and milk from their cows, but even that town was not very large. Lorelle did sometimes wish she could see what was beyond that town and beyond the sphere of her knowledge, she heard stories sometimes, but it all seemed almost more like fairy tales, for all the meaning they had to her life.

No her, world consisted of helping her mother tend to the animals, cook, clean, and do other things around the house. She had a younger sister and three brothers, all of them pulled their weight, that was important on a farm, they couldn't afford to have some one be lazy. Lorelle was sometimes lazy, she tried not to be, but sometimes she liked to hide and just take a moment to watch everything and everyone, or day dream. She knew that she didn't have much time left to do this, she was nearly eighteen now, she had been available for marriage since she was sixteen and she knew that her father was narrowing down who would marry his eldest daughter.

Her marriage would not be a matter of love or personal feelings, she would likely barely know that man, it would be whichever family had the most to offer. Marriages were a matter of business, a partnership, not the romantic fairy tales she had been told growing up. Lorelle sometimes wished they were, she would like to meet a handsome young man and fall in love, be happy, but that simply wasn't realistic.

Today she finished her chores with still an hour or so of daylight left, and she seized the chance to go for a ride, she had managed to convince her mother not to make her take her little sister with her, despite how Anabelle had begged and pleaded to go, and had set off with the customary promise to her father to be back before dark. She was riding one of their four horses, the youngest, a mare named Vale, who had the most energy. Because what Lorelle really loved to do was go as fast as she could. As soon as she was out of ear short of her farm, she put her heels to Vale and the mare took off. She took her down the game trail, which wasn't as well worn or wide, not used by wagons thanks to all the obstacles. But that was what she loved.

Vale leaped over a fallen log then a stream, before splashing into the river it ran off of, spraying Lorelle, who laughed loudly. She was still very much a child, though she had to be an adult much of the time. She paused to let Vale drink from the river before she urged her on, taking their time now that they had gotten to stretch their legs a bit. She was a beautiful young woman, with fair, almost pale skin with a splash of freckles over the bridge of her nose, and long black hair pulled back in a braid at the moment, and large blue-gray eyes. She had taken after her mother in stature, being rather short, but it would be impossible to mistake her as a child with her full breasts and curving hips. She wore a red cloak her mother had made her, it was warm against the developing chill of the evening, and it made sure a hunter didn't mistake her or Vale for a deer and try to shoot them.

She rode to the end of the trail where it joined back with the main wagon path, and sighed, knowing she shouldn't go any further, but turned down it anyway. Vale's head lifted a bit, they usually turned and road back down the wagon path, and she knew this, but she followed the girl's instructions anyway. A little ways down, Lorelle saw another game trail and turned down it, thinking maybe she found another place with jumps for them, but it was thick with underbrush, making Vale have to struggle through veins and over roots that stuck up from the ground. The girl sighed, and was just about to turn back around when the mare stopped in her tracks, head lifting as she snorted softly, looking around.

“What is it girl?” Lorelle asked, and the horse suddenly spooked, stepped back and to the side, looking off to their right at something. The girl was about to turn her around and go when something came jumping out at them from the underbrush. A flash of tawny fur and fangs, a mountain lion.

Lorelle and Vale both screamed and the mare took off in a panic, ignoring the tugging of her reins as the girl tried to stop her or turn her. She had to hunker down low over the mare's neck and hide her face against her mane as low branches clawed and whacked against her. “Vale slow down! Stop! WOAH!” She kept screaming, but the mare refused, and kept running.

She didn't know how long they ran when Vale suddenly tripped over something and went tumbling, sending Lorelle flying. She hit a tree, and lay dazed on the ground as the horse clambered back to her feet and kept running, leaving her rider behind.
 
The woods stretched onwards in all directions from Lorelle, where she now found herself. It was quiet, once the noise from her impact had faded, aside from the frantic running of her horse audible in the distance, growing fainter as the spooked animal continued her escape, boundless reserves of energy ensuring that the horse had no reason to slow down or stop, hardly seeming to care that its rider was gone. Once she had righted herself, or at least taken the time to look around, it became painfully evident that night was falling.

Of course, this deep into the woods, it was never that bright, particularly with the trees flourishing in spring, foliage blocking out much of the sunlight, though it wasn't thick enough all the way through to keep any light from shining through, but now, with daylight edging away, it would only get harder for her to see anything, or find her way back. Come morning, perhaps the trail her horse beat might be followed back, as long as no rain covered the tracks, but doing so with no light was foolish, at best.

As the moments stretched on, the oppressive silence proved itself a misconception. With little to hear in the immediate vicinity, the young woman's ears would be able to pick up some of the fainter noises of wildlife throughout the forest. Birds, not singing this late at night, but chirping occasionally as if chatting casually, a light breeze brushing leaves against each other, and even, faintly audible, a howl in the distance, some wolf heralding the coming of night. Whether this was a comfort to the girl or set her more on edge was up to her fortitude, though hardly anyone could stand brave in the face of such a strange location, so far from home.

Of course, to say she was entirely alone would be false, as she had attracted the attention of some of the more alert inhabitants of the forest. To call them wildlife would be perhaps doing them an injustice, though for better or worse the forest was truly their home. No, these were no simple beasts, at least not so far from the full moon, but one would be forgiven for thinking otherwise to look at them. There were two, close at hand, keeping an eye on the poor, lost farmgirl.

She didn't seem much a threat, seeming to be unarmed, having just been rather rudely thrown from her horse, and more lost than anything else, but a lack of caution had never done the pack any good. In some ways, the girl was lucky to find them in a more controlled state of mind, though the comely young girl's disheveled appearance and ample curves were enough to set at least a part of their minds, and a certain part of their body, stirring with lust. On the other hand, the two weren't inclined to run directly at her, splitting up and circling around to either side, intending to trap her between them.

Even as she was getting her bearings, or, just as likely, letting the full extent of her situation wash over her, a rustling in the underbrush gave her a mere moment of warning before a beast burst forth. Well, he didn't burst forth, exactly, more slipping slowly out into view, yellow eyes fixed onto the girl in the red cloak. He stood at least as tall as a man, albeit the tallest among them, though he was certainly not one, body covered in light gray fur, not exactly huge, but clearly possessing great strength despite his athletic build, broad shoulders and padded feet taking step after step towards her.

He didn't advance entirely on her, though, stopping a little ways away. He didn't want to terrify the poor girl into doing something stupid, after all, knowing well enough how humans tended to respond to being cornered, and he seemed to be sizing her up, mostly as a threat, though his gaze lingered at her ample bust and curvy hips, a slight stirring evident beneath the loincloth he wore, a simple garment designed more for mild protection than modesty. Nearer the full moon, the werewolves became less inclined to bother even with that much, but in their right state of mind, some protection, beyond even the fur, was conceded as worthwhile.

His presence was only partial intimidation, though, the rest of intended to distract her as another beast, possessed of darker fur and brown eyes, crept up behind her, ready in case she attempted to turn and flee. She was on the pack's territory now, and there would be a reckoning, first answers, and then, well, they would do as they pleased with this trespasser. Given her young, attractive state, the two possessed a few ideas, but it wasn't entirely up to them. The rest of the pack would need to weigh in as well.
 
Lorelle sat up after a moment of trying to get her head to stop spinning, rubbing at the side of it carefully where it had hit a root at the foot of the tree where she had landed. With a sigh, she stood carefully and looked around, recognizing nothing of her surroundings, only realizing that the sun was beginning to set and it would be nighttime soon. She was stranded in a strange part of the forest, with night swiftly approaching, as this settled into her mind, Lorelle felt a stab of panic in her chest and her blue eyes began to sting with tears, but she quickly tried to blink them away. Crying would do her no good.

But she jumped and turned and began to cry anyway at the sound of a wolf howling somewhere else in the forest. Large, doeful tears rolled down her cheeks, her face a bit dirty from falling. Lorelle didn't know what she should do, taking a hesitant step in the direction Vale had ran off, knowing the horse would eventually make her way back home, but it was getting too dark to follow it safely. So she stood there, undecided and lost.

There was the shifting rustle of something in the bushes and her eyes went wide, at first afraid it was the mountain lion, but as the creature revealed itself, she realized it was something else entirely, but no less terrifying. Lorelle didn't know quite what it was at first. It looked like a very large wolf at, but then as it stood, she realized that wasn't what it was at all. It walked more like a man, and even wore a simply loin cloth about it's hips, but the rest of it was all wolf. She felt an instinctual, deeply rooted terror run up her spine and she took a quick step back with a gasp, her blue eyes wide.

She felt more than heard something behind her and turned, seeing the other creature, and let out a scream, turning and trying to run as fast as she could away from the two beasts. In the back of her mind, Lorelle knew it was a hopeless attempt, but she did it none the less, bidden by survival instincts too strong to deny.
 
Of course, the two of them were ready for it, and barely a nod passed between them before they moved to intercept her, one of them circling around to cut her off and the other coming up from behind. If she was particularly dedicated, she would give them a runaround, but the two wolves seemed rather firmly insistent on keeping her contained, and any way she turned, at least one of them was waiting to cut her off.

Indeed, it wasn't even, at that point, a matter of chasing her down so much as slowly closing the net around her, leaving her with nowhere to run unless she wanted to throw herself at them, but with neither of them looking particularly weak, that was likely a futile effort, unless she wanted to get herself caught sooner rather then later.

At any rate, whether she tried to run or push through them, eventually they closed in on her, arms grabbed by one to ensure that she tried neither to bolt or strike out at them, as the other leaned down, looking her up and down thoughtfully. "This is not your place, human." He mused, proof, for the first time, that he could speak, though his voice was every bit the deep, bestial sound one might expect of a werewolf. What to do with her, though? The pack had to know, they supposed.

"You will come with us, the alpha will decide your fate." The other murmured, voice close behind her, hot breath falling onto her ear as he spoke, softly, but still with a firmness that brokered no room for disagreement. Unfortunately, though not for her, neither of them had rope on them, but they were plenty capable of holding her still between them and marching her off. Whether she'd come quietly or not was up to her, but it was unlikely to make much difference either way. "Wait, check her for weapons." He added as an afterthought, not wanting a hidden knife to end up lodged in him.

The two of them were careful to hold her still as they searched her, patting her down rather thoroughly, though perhaps they lingered unnecessarily at the swells of her rear and her ample bosom, giving each a good squeeze or two during the course of their search, letting rather wicked grins show as they did so, pulling free any weapons they did find before clearing her to be carted off to the pack.
 
Lorelle didn't make it terribly far before the two beasts caught up with her, both of them circling and corralling her, keeping her between them. She was panting in a panic, her eyes wide and her heart racing loud enough that they could surely hear it. She didn't think to even try and rush them, they were nearly twice her size, and they looked very far from weak, in fact they looked rather terrifying to her. She felt one of them grab her arms and she tried to pull away immediately, letting out a startled shout, but she stared in shock when the other one actually spoke.

At first she thought she was imagining it, or maybe this whole thing was just a nightmare. That was it! She must have hit her head when she fell and this was all just a nightmare, that was the only logical explanation. But as soon as this thought entered her head she knew it wasn't true.

The one behind her, holding her arms, spoke as well and Lorelle shuddered at the feel of his hot breath against her ear. She opened her mouth to argue, but all that came out was a choked sort of whine, it wasn't until they started walking that she seemed to find her voice again. “No! Let me go!” she demanded, trying to sound less terrified than she actually felt but not doing a very good job of it. They didn't make it far though before one of them suggested she be searched for weapons.

Then she was being practically molested and accosted by the two, Lorelle kicking and struggling, protesting loudly. “Stop it!” she snapped at them, clinging to her anger over her fear, finding that much easier to deal with as they groped at her breasts and her ass during their 'search'. The only thing they would find was a small knife on her belt though, she hadn't been expecting to be out for very long, which was evident by the fact that besides her red cloak, she wore only a light, pale green dress and a pair of socks and shoes.

That done they were off again, the girl glaring at both of them as they went.
 
After a brief contemplation by the one who had relieved her of the knife, the blade was tossed aside, the two deciding silently that it wasn't a nice enough weapon to be worth keeping, and if, for some reason, she was released, though she wouldn't be, it wasn't something worth holding onto to return to. If she wasn't released, well, then she would have no need of the weapon. Either way, their excuses for feeling her up disappointingly exhausted, they lead her off, though the going was slow, sticking mostly to the clearer paths, the prisoner leaving them unable to merely rush through the underbrush.

Her anger was clear to the two of them, but admittedly, they weren't overly concerned about the now disarmed human. Aside from her looks, she didn't have much going for her that would help her, and between the two of them they were fast and strong enough to keep her from slipping away or overpowering them. No, she was without much in the way of options, at least for now, aside from a long walk.

The two of them didn't seem inclined to remain silent during the journey, though, happily chatting away despite the prisoner looking irate between them. "She's got a fire in her, for now." One of them noted with a grin. "Wonder how long that will last." Whether they were intentionally poking at her with the comments or just didn't care that she could hear was something that would remain, for the moment, unclear.

"Not bad looking, either." The other mused, glancing at Lorelle. "Maybe if she asks nicely, she can be on top." He laughed, the other seeming to draw some amusement from that idea as well. "Be a good use for that fire." With only a couple females in the pack, there was plenty of wanting for more...carnal pleasures.

"Alpha wouldn't like that, though." The other shook his head. "He'll want first right." It was his right as alpha, after all, and the others didn't oft begrudge him it. He was fortunately more fond of the two female wolves among them, leaving others to the pack. "Maybe he'll just take those pretty lips and share the rest." He growled softly. The other werewolf didn't have a response to that, falling silent and returning his attention to the journey. They hadn't strayed too far out, so it wouldn't be long now before they were back.

The pack's home wasn't much, based around a natural cave in the side of a large hill, the highest point around. It was somewhat crude, looking a cross between a campsite and a survival shelter, grass and wood augmented with what materials had been brought along or stolen for beds and shelter. Not everyone could fit inside, so there were covered spots outside to sleep, though there was no real barrier between where their home ended and the rest of the forest began. Easier by far to integrate into nature rather than build over it.

Their coming was noticed, though, by those present, particularly the human between them, enough of a stir to interrupt their work, conversation, or relaxation, drawing plenty of eyes onto her, with a mixture of emotions behind them. There was some lust, to be sure, but wariness and anger were both present as well. None moved to stop them from approaching though, knowing full well that it was the alpha who would make the call on this, no one else.
 
Lorelle hardly expected them to take her anger seriously but it was easier for her to think when she was angry rather than terrified. Of course that didn't last very long when they started talking about what they wanted to do with her. The girl was a virgin, sex before marriage being rather taboo, and not only that, there hadn't exactly been an abundance of young men fore her to be interested in anyway. When she had been younger there had been other children around, but by now most were either gone or married themselves. The most experience Lorelle had was her first kiss, shared shyly and nervously with a boy a few summers ago when his family had stayed on her family's farm for the fall to help with the harvest.

So the thought of these... beasts doing something like that to her had the girl's stomach twisting into sickened knots. She had to restrain herself from throwing up when they mentioned their alpha using her mouth and letting them have the rest. By the gods, what had she gotten herself into? All she had wanted was to go for a ride then go home and eat dinner. Her family was no doubt wondering what was taking her so long by now, the sun finally starting to slip below the horizon. Within an hour they would be worrying, a few more and they would be searching. Lorelle hoped wildly that they somehow found her, but wondered if she'd even be alive when they did. Or if she was, what sort of state she would be in.

She balked a little as they approached the camp, but the werewolf behind her made her keep walking. So Lorelle could only stare in fear and apprehension at all the others gathered about to gawk right back at her, more than a few looking less than welcoming. There so many of them! She couldn't believe there were an entire group of these things out here, spotting at least three others about the... well, camp she supposed was the best word for it.

A silvery colored one approached, slightly smaller than the two that were escorting her, and when it spoke Lorelle realized it was a female, looking again she noticed furred breasts and wider hips as well, “A human!” it snarled right in her face, breath smelling like one would expect a wolf's too, making the girl grimace and pull away with a whimper, “What is she doing out here?” the female asked suspiciously, long ears laying back against her head as her lips curled back a bit to show her fangs a little.
 
"Found her in our territory." The wolf offered back in response, her attempt to squirm back away from the female only pressing her against the werewolf behind her, keeping her from going anywhere and leaving her firmly pinned between the two of them, the wolf taking a moment to decide that a human female with her back pressed against him wasn't altogether unpleasant before pushing her forward. "Alpha will find out, and then decide her fate."

She fortunately was spared the chance to be gawked at too much as the two werewolves who had caught her urged her further along, through the camp and towards the cave, presumably where the alpha was waiting. The two glanced at each other briefly, listening in to see if they could hear anything coming from the cave. They harbored some suspicions that the alpha was inside now, and if the other female was there, too, he might not be in the mood to be interrupted. Still, this was something that had to be dealt with now, so they steeled themselves and pushed onwards.

Not that Lorelle would likely notice it in her panicked state, but one of the werewolves was watching her more neutrally than the others, standing off to the side with a frown, green eyes tracking her as she was lead along, trying to recall if he knew her. He was one of the newer members of the pack, and not entirely by choice, but he had lived among the humans for most of his life, and she looked familiar somehow. He knew it wasn't his place, but he followed them inside.

Indeed the Alpha was inside, lounging in the back of the cave with the other female of the pack, watching with a measured expression as the human was guided closer. In contrast to the others, he had much lighter fur, white or close to it, streaked through with gray. He seemed to be the largest of the pack, in more ways than one, if his loose loincloth was any indication. Whether it was a matter of comfort or intimacy with the female was unclear, but he fortunately remained seated rather than stand up and risk disturbing the garment any further. "Who is this human?"
 
The silvery-gray female snorted and sneered a grin at the human's obvious fear, the female werewolf bore a scar along the left side of her face, given to her by humans when she had still been a new werewolf. She disliked them as a result. She had no interested in this one for sex, but she would play with her too if given the chance, just in a very different way than the males.

Perhaps she'd live long enough for the males to be satisfied for a little while. The two females occasionally showed them some attention, but most of that was given to the alpha. He was the biggest and the strongest after all, so not only did he keep their attention the easiest, but they knew better than to resist him too much. It worked out though, none of the other males would dare try to force themselves onto either of them for fear of incurring the alpha's rage, so if they ever did have sex with any of them, it was by their own choice. The two also tended to work together, rarely leaving the cave alone, usually together, in case any of the males decided to try and push the issue. The pair of them were more than enough for any of the males, or even more than one, they were just as fierce, and nearly as strong, while also being faster.

The female stayed outside the cave though as they went in, pushing Lorelle ahead of them, the girl terrified. She stared at the alpha as they approached, he was huge, and she was glad he didn't get up, considering that his loin cloth was only laying over him, not actually tired.

The other female was a little smaller than the gray one, with red-tan fur tipped with black down her back, and blue eyes. She gave a wide yawn and sat up from where she'd been laying curled up around the alpha a little, eyeing Lorelle with mild interest, but not seeming as curious as the others. She leaned against the alpha a little, her own loin cloth laying near by, leaving her naked, though she didn't really seem to care.

Lorelle was all but trembling, again trying to step back, but finding her back against the werewolf who was restraining her, so she stepped back forward, glancing rapidly between the wolves. “Please, I'm just lost, my horse was spooked and threw me, I-I don't even know where I am! Just let me go, I swear I won't tell anyone about you, just let me go,” she begged.
 
"That's not how this works." The alpha assured her flatly, seeming unmoved by both her scared state and her pleading, one hand propping himself up, the other dancing along the other female's side. While he doubted that their...'guest' would particularly appreciate him getting up to anything with said female, he wasn't overly inclined to worry about her opinion, and the two who had brought her before him would be used to his lusts by now enough to be unbothered. The females were his, after all, first and foremost, though by their own choice as much as any sort of decree.

The green-eyed male slipped in, watching the goings on with no small amount of interest from behind the group of three the human was sandwiched in, though he didn't speak up yet. The alpha took notice of him, but deemed the human more important for the moment, given that the fourth didn't seem particularly inclined to interrupt. "You were found on our territory. That makes you ours. Mine." He growled possessively, though his attentions remained focused on his own female even as he said as much, squeezing her fur covered breast lightly.

"You are no royalty, nor nobility. I doubt you would fetch a ransom and if you did, I doubt anyone would take our coin, if we had any reason to buy anything. While the others would appreciate another female of the pack, we have enough mouths to feed already. You will serve the males." She was a pretty one, after all. He imagined that the others would have fun with her. She would likely break, eventually, but until that point....

Outside, the commotion died out, if slowly. No surprise that most of the males were interested in what the fate of the human would be, but there was no telling how long it would be, between the decision and the alpha taking his fun, so they slowly drifted back to what they had been doing, settling in to wait. A few gazes were cast towards the silvery female, but no one was foolish enough to go after her. With the knowledge that the human would likely be given over to them, though, lusts were stirring. Whether said female cared about that fact or not, though, few of them could say.
 
Outside the silvery female did notice the glances and looks of the males, but she ignored them for the most part. They wouldn't touch her unless she invited them, and she didn't plan on doing that. She would much rather see the human bear the brunt of their lust on her own, it would be amusing to say the least. She only turned her head to get a warning snarl to one male who tried to move towards her in round about way. He went back to where he had been, sitting down with a huff.

In the cave, the other female's tail thumped lazily as the alpha rubbed her tail, then a little harder when he squeezed one of her breasts, but when he finally gave his decision she gave another yawn. It was as much as she expected, and was bored already with the female's fate so she laid back down, curled around behind the alpha.

Lorelle was trembling in the hold of the werewolf restraining her, shaking her head desperately, “No! Please!” she begged, her blue eyes welling up with tears which began to promptly roll down her face. “I-I'm not nobility but my family owns a farm on the edge of the forest, we have livestock, surely I'd be worth enough food to feed you and your pack for... for weeks!” She tried to reason with him, wanting anything but this fate.

The silvery female came in from outside then, glaring at the human as she passed by her, “Fuck her already, I'm tired of hearing her whine, keep a cock in her mouth if that will shut her up for all I care.” She snarled and snapped her jaws, making Lorelle jump and recoil away from her. The female paused though, and moved closer, “But I'll take this first,” she grinned, snatching the red cloak off her. The other female looked up curiously but looked back away at the look the silvery female gave her. Of the two of them, she was more the leader, being older and slightly bigger.
 
"It's a nice cloak." The alpha acknowledged with a dry grin as the girl, essentially the alpha female, if one were to give her a proper title. "Maybe I should bear it." He mused thoughtfully, shaking his head. "Too small for me. Perhaps our guest would like to don it, since he seems so interested in this human." He offered to the green-eyed wolf, who blinked at being called out, having expected to merely lurk at the back, though he had been mustering the courage to come forward, having something to say. He was no coward, and though his build was more slender than some of the other wolves, he was no weaker for it. He stepped forward when he was addressed, on level with the human and her captors, giving the silvery female space as well. No sense incurring the alpha's wrath.

"I would request mercy for the human." He stated, something that would likely not be a popular sentiment with the others, but he nonetheless continued, the alpha looking fortunately more curious than irritated, for the moment, and he didn't want the tide to turn against him. "I wasn't sure at first, but I know her." The offer of food, while a tempting one, was not particularly interesting for the pack. They could hunt well enough for themselves, and going that near a human settlement was a recipe for trouble. It was unlikely that she would recognize him, for it had been a while, even if he were to take his human form.

"I am no fool, I do not expect to sway you entirely from your decision, but surely it would be better to keep her around and intact?" He inquired. "A broken toy is no use to anyone. I will guard her, watch her." He offered. "The others can have their fun, but give her time to adjust, and do not let them break her." He requested. It was mostly for selfish reasons that he asked the boon, but, while the waiting would be unpleasant, the others would surely appreciate having her last longer. There were too few females for him to take her for himself, but he could at least lessen the blow.

"An odd request, but I suppose you were human once." The Alpha conceded, looking disappointed as his female slipped away to rest, but it allowed him to turn his full attention onto the human. "What do you think?" He asked the silvery female. "I will concede she's done no harm, and a longer lasting toy would be beneficial. I must look after my pack, after all. Do not think I will place your desires above theirs, though.' He warned the male. "Nor will I forsake my own pleasure." He grinned. After all, there was an unmistakable stirring in his loins as he had toyed with his female, and with her gone, he needed another target.

How much Lorelle would appreciate the intervention was hard to tell, and it was unlikely she would be particularly grateful, as it certainly was a far cry from a rescue. Still, it was a break she wouldn't get otherwise, though to what end, and what strings were attached, was something she would have to find out for herself.
 
The silvery female snorted with a smirk as the alpha mused about having the cloak for himself, but looked up as he mentioned the smaller male lingering on the edge, watching. All three females looked surprised at varying levels when he said the he wanted mercy for the human. Lorelle stared at him, feeling a little disbelieving, not sure why this werewolf would ask for mercy for her. The silvery female's ears laid back, clearly not happy about the prospect, but she didn't interrupt, the reddish female looked curious though, glancing between the green-eyed male and the human when he said he knew her.

Lorelle looked very surprised at that, her tears stopping for the moment, blinking and sniffing softly as she was rather sure that she had never met a werewolf before now. And she wished she never had at all. She looked horrified all over again though as the male reasoned that she would be of more use to them intact than broken, that she be given time to adjust. That was hardly mercy in her opinion! Lorelle didn't want to be used by these... beasts! She wanted to be let go, she wanted to go home!

The silvery female frowned when she was asked her opinion, her tail twitching as she thought, eyeing the human, then the male, clearly trying to figure out what to think of this. She didn't know why the male would want to show her pity even if he did know her when he was human, she suspected he just wanted her for himself, but it was none of her business. The idea was favorable to her either way. “Let him have her, you don't have to deal with the others pawing at you all the time, if it keeps them happier for longer then so be it,” she agreed with a shrug, “if she gets away though, it's your hide.” She curled her lip to flash her fangs at him to make her point.

“Of course, the alpha will always have first claim to her, but the others, they'll defer to you on when they can have her, just don't push your luck on making them wait too long,” she told the male before she tossed the red cloak back to Lorelle flippantly, “I guess you'll need this if we don't want you to freeze to death before you actually can be of any use to us.” She walked over to the alpha, sitting down close to him and nuzzling his jaw. “Who knows, maybe she'll learn to like it here,” she smirked, gold eyes glinting at Lorelle, who was looking horrified. She wanted to protest, but it was this, or just have them all rape her at once, so she kept quiet.
 
Said green-eyed wolf could hardly believe that the silvery female had gone along with it, but he certainly wasn't going to protest, and he doubted that Lorelle was inclined to, either. It wouldn't save her from her fate, ultimately, but it would be a far gentler one than she would get otherwise, and it gave him some connection, however small, to his former life. Of course, she could always slip away in the night, and, while part of him didn't care if she got away, he wasn't going to put his life on the line for hers. He had never been that close to her, so it was all that he could do to give her some comfort while she was there.

"You two can go. She won't be foolish enough to run, I'm sure." The alpha noted, fixing her with a pointed stare, encouraging her not to make the mistake of trying to slip away, though he doubted that she would be so foolish as to do so. "She'll reward you personally later, have no fear." He doubted that she would be thrilled to do so, but the two wolves clearly had eyes for Lorelle, and he wasn't going to deny his pack their pleasure. It was, after all, a delicious thought, her being ravished by those who had taken her in the first place.

"Speaking of first claim..." The alpha noted, grinning wider, enough to bare his teeth in a rather predatory smile, looking the human girl over. She was no wolf, and soft, in a way, but she was curvy, and her rough handling had left the dress a little less inclined to protect her modesty, something that he rather appreciated. He didn't intend to give her the pleasure of proper sex, but he was growing aroused, and it seemed only fair that she take care of it. "This human looks like she wants to thank me....properly for my mercy." He noted. Of course, the girl likely didn't have any such compulsion, but he wasn't inclined to care.

"Kneel, girl." He ordered Lorelle. He was, too, inclined to shut her up, and she had an inviting pair of soft lips he was eager to sample. She was young enough that she might be inexperienced in the art of pleasure, but he suspected he'd be able to get off either way. Her savior, meanwhile, stood to the side and waited, and if she looked at him he'd offer a helpless shrug. He certainly couldn't afford to push his luck any further. For what it was worth, the alpha didn't seem to care that he had an audience, arousal stirring beneath the loincloth, risking pushing it aside completely as Lorelle knelt, assuming she did. "Come taste my mercy." She could be on her way when he had his pleasure, and she'd likely be occupied adjusting to her new life, but for now, he wanted his due before he returned to the company of his own females.
 
Lorelle certainly wasn't going to say she didn't plan on running, of course she would try if given the chance. If given the choice of starving out in the forest or being raped by these beasts... well she was inclined to take her chances out in the forest. She felt momentarily relieved though that at least the other werewolf had bought her a little time, for whatever it was worth. She tried to hide her relief though, having a feeling that these creatures would just seek to ruin it for her. And sure enough, before she could actually get away, the alpha seemed to decide that first he wanted to be thanked for his 'mercy'.

Her eyes went a bit wide when he implied that she wanted to thank him though, only just barely restraining herself from protesting and arguing that she most certainly did not. But she didn't want to push her luck, it was either do what he wanted, or risk being given to the pack after all. So despite how disgusted and terrified she felt, she knelt when she was told to, looking nearly frightened out of her mind. The werewolf that had been restraining her had to let her go and step back to give his alpha some room, and she wildly thought about running for a moment, but she knew she wouldn't even make it out of the cave, and that they'd make her regret it.

So Lorelle stayed put, staring up at the alpha fearfully, but when he told her to come taste his... mercy she couldn't help the disgusted shuddering that passed through her and twisted her expression for a moment. She wondered if she would be punished if she threw up on him, it seemed a very real possibility to her right now. She hesitated for a moment, before reaching down and very hesitantly pulled his loin cloth aside, her heart hammering hard in her chest as she quickly averted her eyes, not wanting to look. He was right that Lorelle was inexperienced, she barely had an idea as to what she was even supposed to do. The male who had opted to save her had his work cut out for himself.
 
The alpha seemed amused by her averting her gaze, knowing that she would have no choice but to bring her stare back around to his manhood and happy to sit back and wait for that moment, one hand reaching out to tease the silvery female, not planning on neglecting her despite the fact that he was turning over his arousal to the human. He was, after all, more fond of the wolves, but there was something delicious about the innocence of the female before him, for however long that would last. "Come now, little red. Give it a kiss." He urged her, naming her after the cloak now back in her possession.

It would, as she suspected, likely be a bad idea to throw up now, tempting as the urge might be, little mind paid to her discomfort. She would have to swallow her pride at some point, and swallow his, in turn. As she tugged aside the loincloth, it gave way easily, the stiffening length beneath it needing only the slightest of encouragement to spring free, the promise of coming pleasure coaxing it to its full size, long, thick, and more or less comparable to a human's, though the comparison was likely lost on the inexperienced human. It was a rather daunting effort for her first, something the silvery female would likely take delight in.

The alpha seemed all too relaxed, legs spread to allow Lorelle to settle in between them, knowing that she wouldn't be stupid enough to try to bite him or flee, both of which would have rather...unpleasant consequences. He looked over at the silvery female with a grin. "Perhaps she requires a...guiding hand?" He offered. He suspected the female might enjoy getting to guide Lorelle along her first blowjob, and while he could do it himself, he didn't want to deny his female the chance to be the first to submerge the human into the world of pleasure she was now stuck in.
 
Lorelle's face turned nearly as red as the cloak that she was now apparently to be known for when he told her to give 'it' a kiss. She turned her head away a bit, not wanting to look, but knowing she had to. So she did, glancing down quickly and then right back up. No, she had nothing to compare him to, but she still couldn't help but think that he was entirely too large, and she knew enough to know that his cock didn't look entirely human, red and slick more like a dog or wolf's, protruding out of the sheath that held it when it wasn't engorged with blood.

The alpha was right to think that the silvery female next to him was amused by the little scene in front of her. She was, her mouth curled into a cruel smirk, her long tail thumping slowly as she watched Lorelle struggle with accepting what she was being made to do. She glanced at the alpha though when he spoke, giving a soft snort. “Too lazy to do it yourself?” she asked him gruffly, though he would know her well enough to know she was teasing him. Her manner was in general rather rough and abrasive, soft moments were rare for her, usually reserved for private moments between them.

“Fine,” she sighed, “But I think you owe me me the use of your mouth in return.” She glanced at the two males that had brought the human from the forest, who were watching eagerly, “Or maybe I'll just get one of them to instead, and reward them for their efforts.” She was maybe a little aroused by what was going on, and if any of the males around her, alpha or not, were smart they'd take advantage of the mood.

She turned her attention back to Lorelle though, who was still just sitting there, looking terrified and queasy. The silvery female let out a growl of irritation, “You heard him girl,” she reached up and grabbed her by the back of her head, gripping her by her black hair, and pulled her down. The girl let out a startled yelp, her hands coming up to grip the alpha's furred thighs to keep herself from just face planting against his crotch. Instead the tapered tip of the alpha's cock nudged against her lips. “Go on,” the female sneered, “taste him, unless you'd rather we just toss you outside and let the pack have you. Believe me, what I'm doing is a kindness compared to what they would do.”

She gave the two werewolves a terrified look and hesitantly parted her lips, letting her tongue slide out to run over the tip hesitantly, shuddering with disgust.

“Keep it up, and if you don't stop acting so ungrateful I'll stop being so patient,” the female growled at her. So Lorelle swallowed down her pride and licked again, this time with a touch more surety, though not by choice, starting to hesitantly work the pointed cock head with her tongue.
 
"Perk of being alpha." He laughed when the silvery female inquired whether he was just too lazy to do it himself. "Never as satisfying that way." He shrugged, shifting slightly as Lorelle slowly overcame her reluctance and turned to look back at his member, recognizing rather easily that it was alien to the girl, and he harbored suspicions that it wasn't just because of its canine nature. She was a young one, after all, and perhaps even untouched. He was patient, for the moment, though, as the silvery female slowly but steadily coaxed the girl into working.

The two males looked at each other when mention was made of them being put to use in pleasuring the silvery furred female, both of them seeming willing, and glaring at the other to back down, as it would be impractical to have them both go to work, but neither seemed intent on retreating from the opportunity, the glaring turning to growling and at risk of escalating into violence if no steps were taken.

With a sigh, the alpha decided that he ought to step in, waving at the two of them. "Choose one of them, I won't have blood shed while I'm trying to enjoy my new human." He noted, that being enough to cause the two to back down, at least a bit, though they still showed no signs of coming to terms with the decision on their own. The green-eyed wolf was around as well, though he seemed more focus in watching as Lorelle gave the tip of the alpha's cock a slow, reluctant lick.

"Mm, she's not bad with her tongue." The alpha decided when the girl finally swallowed her misgivings and went to work properly. It was a good start, if nothing else, though his arousal was throbbing with impatience, and he was rather inclined to claim those pretty lips of hers. "She needs a bit more enthusiasm, though. Come now, human, don't just lick it. Suck it." He ordered Lorelle. Another time he might be inclined to enjoy a drawn out blowjob, but for now he was rather impatient to get to it, and he suspected that a bit of coaxing would be needed to manage that. "Breath deep, human. Smell a real man, not those whelp humans."
 
The silvery female glanced up at the two males as they started trying to figure out who would actually get to have anything to do with her. Any by figuring out she meant that they were both trying to make the other back down, it was their way, who ever was bigger and tougher got first dibs. The third male didn't seem interested at all, which irked her a little, he should be eager for any attention from her, but it seemed he was more interested in the human. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised though, he had only been with them a couple of years, he was still very much human himself.

She chuckled softly though when the alpha told her to pick one as they started growling at one another, calming down at the alpha's irritation. “I'm busy, they can wait a moment,” she told him, though she went ahead and discarded her own loin cloth. Her thick fur went all the way down between her legs but right around her sex and her back entrance was only pink skin. She turned her attention back to the human though as her alpha commented on her technique, obviously starting to get a tad impatient.

Lorelle shuddered though when he told her to breath deep, refusing to do so, but she couldn't help but gasp when the silvery female pushed her head down suddenly, forcing the first couple of inches of the werewolf's cock into her mouth. “Watch your teeth if you want to keep them,” the female warned her and the girl opened her mouth a little wider to accommodate the alpha's girth. She gagged a little at the taste of him. It wasn't as disgusting as she had thought, the taste itself was nothing horrible, but it was what was happening that disgusted her.

Her mouth was warm and wet, the female letting her pull back a bit, as Lorelle was constantly trying to lean away, before pushing her back down, making the girl work her mouth up and down the first few inches of the alpha's cock, pushing her down just a little further each time. Lorelle let out soft grunts and whines of protest, but didn't fight overly hard, mostly trying to just block it out. The female gave a vicious grin, her slit growing wet as she became aroused in turn, an enticing smell to any of the males around.

So she glanced up, looking between the two males who had brought the girl, making a thoughtful noise. “You,” she pointed at the smaller of the two, the smaller ones were always more eager to please, as they didn't get as many opportunities as the others, “let's see if you're any better with your mouth than this human.” She spread her legs a little, inviting him.
 
"Better~" The Alpha growled softly when the silvery female pushed Lorelle down onto his cock, hoping that she was enjoying the control as much as the alpha himself was enjoying getting to watch as the first few inches of his manhood disappeared inside of the human's mouth, spreading the poor girl's mouth wide to accommodate him, appreciating that she was keeping her teeth from scraping unpleasantly against him. Her gagging he was willing to overlook, given her situation, as long as she continued pleasuring him, not that she had much choice.

The two males were reluctant to wait, particularly as the smell of the alpha female's arousal fell upon them, stirring their own lusts, but they knew better than to interrupt the female at the moment, so they both waited, tails swishing impatiently behind them, still unsure what decision the female would make, though the bigger male favored his chances slightly better, given his strength and size advantage.

Warm, wet, and with a delicious amount of friction as Lorelle was guided up and down on him, length quickly left slick with saliva, easing her work as her lips glided smoothly along him, enjoying the feeling of her soft mouth dragging along his stiffness, though he couldn't help but notice that aside from allowing herself to be guided up and down in his lap, she was doing little work herself. "I said suck, human." He growled. Like it or not, he intended for her to show initiative, and that meant that he wanted to feel, and hear, her slurping around him.

The smaller of the two, though not by a huge margin, admittedly, glided forward happily, too eager to get started to flash a victorious grin at the other, who stepped back sulkily as his companion knelt next to the silvery female, leaning down to inhale the scent of her arousal, tongue darting out to drag lightly along her sex, intending to prove his worth to her.
 
Lorelle winced a little as she was told again to suck, the alpha obviously wanting her to actually do something other than just let the female manipulate her head and force her mouth along his shaft. Hesitantly, she obeyed, swallowing down a small pool of spit that had gathered in her mouth, tinged with the substance the werewolf's cock was also producing, not pre cum but a slick substance that formed along the shaft, a natural lubricant.

She panted through her nose a little and rubbed her tongue along his length when it was in her mouth, dragging it along the sensitive flesh and starting to suck gently, providing some friction along with the pleasurable stroke of her lips. Lorelle's face turned bright red, burning in shame and embarrassment. This was her first sexual experience, and she couldn't say she was enjoying herself at all. She didn't know how this could be enjoyable at all in fact, except for the person receiving the attention she supposed. But why would anyone willingly do this?

The girl glanced over as the other male settled between the silvery female's legs, his tongue dragging along her slit. A shiver ran through the female, her fur shifting over her skin, glancing from Lorelle, who she still pushed down a little further each time, to the male paying attention to her sex. She pushed the girl down a little further, a little harder, the pointed tip of the alpha's cock finally nudging against the entrance to her throat. Lorelle gagged reflexively, her entire body seizing up a little, and instinctively tried to pull away.

“Ah ah ah,” the female scolded her with a smirk, letting her pull back to the tip, “You're going to have to learn how to take that a little better.” She pushed Lorelle back down, a little further, so that the alpha's cock pushed a little more firmly, filling her mouth. “Though, my love, I wouldn't expect her to take it all right now unless you want her to throw up,” she warned him sagely, her other hand stroking along the male's ears fondly as she enjoyed his tongue.
 
The alpha was clearly pleased by her efforts, clumsy as they might be. It was hardly fair to expect anything else of an unskilled human, though he suspected that if she didn't do anything stupid, during her stay with the pack, she'd learn rather quickly to do a better job, for his benefit, at least, even if others were more concerned with other parts of her. Skillful or not, though, it was quite an enjoyable experience, particularly with the way her tongue dragged along his shaft, either through intention or coincidence, letting out a murmur of appreciation, aimed at the silvery female more than the human, when she began sucking properly.

He could feel the tip of his cock prodding at the entrance of her throat, but he didn't believe that she was ready for that much just yet, and he was quite content with her lavishing attention, with some guidance, along the rest of his cock, though imagining that the feeling was a bit of a shock, he was willing, assuming his female was as well, to let her suckle idly on the tip of it as she regained her composure, though he would only give her so much of a break before he demanded more of her. "Her mouth is enough for now." He assured the female, shaking his head, eyes flickering down to her breasts, though perhaps it was better to bring the human into the world of lust one step at a time.

The male was clearly enjoying the attention of the werewolf female, and was all too willing to give attention unto her in return, long tongue dragging along the outside of her sex in slow, steady licks, savoring the aroused female's taste for a while, though he suspected she would soon grow impatient with his slow pace, so he leaned in further, tongue slipping inside of her and continuing his work, still slowly, at least at first, planning on building up to more a more energetic pace, intent on getting her off even as the human worked on the alpha. As for his own lust, well, either the silvery female would repay him, or he would see to it himself.
 
Lorelle just tried to block it all out, she did what seemed to please the alpha, just wanting it to be over. She worked herself into a rhythm, starting to move a bit more on her own rather than relying on the alpha female to push her head. There was still some pressure of course, but it wasn't all the female's efforts now. The girl bobbed her mouth up and down the first half of his length, her tongue pressing and rubbing against him and sucking gently on his tapered shaft. Soft slurping noises started accompanying her movements, but Lorelle just closed her eyes and tried to just do what she thought would make the alpha happy so this could end.

This was perfectly fine with the silvery female, as she started to get distracted by the male working between her legs. She panted softly as she continuously looked between the human girl and the male werewolf, her one hand still on the back of the girl's head, the other stroking along the male's head and ears in soft praise and encouragement. She could be harsh when angered, but as long as she was getting what she wanted, she was much more agreeable.

His tongue pushing inside her made the female's tail curl and her hips pressed forward a little, leaning against her alpha as she had both hands busy. She glanced up at the larger male, leaning up to nuzzle at the side of his head, panting against his ear a little and her breasts pressing against his side. Minutes passed, Lorelle working on the alpha's cock and the smaller male working the alpha female's pussy with his tongue. Thankfully for them both it didn't take incredibly long for werewolves to reach their climaxes, though satisfying them was a different matter. They had endurance, miles more than any human, not just with running or hunting but with fucking as well. They got off easily, but they were always ready for more afterward.

So the silvery female was panting and moaning in no time, her hips rolling into the male's mouth as he pleasure her, Lorelle almost forgotten, the female's hand just resting on the back of her head now, though thankfully the girl was dutifully still going, despite an aching jaw. If she were to stop now, there would likely be some rather harsh consequences. The silvery female nuzzled and moan and whined as her body grew restless with energy, finally letting out a soft, yipping growl as she came, her long tongue rolling out of her mouth as both hands tightened, pushing Lorelle down on accident and pulling the male's mouth tight against her entrance as she gifted him with a gush of liquid onto his tongue.
 
Whether she was doing it for his benefit or not, the effect was the same, the alpha able to clearly tell that she was putting some effort in, and he was clearly enjoying it, length pulsing with arousal in her mouth as she worked, savoring the soft slurping noises made as her lips glided along his slick shaft and sucked properly, doing a good job at driving him steadily towards the release that she was so eager to get him to, though admittedly not for the same reasons he was so eager to finish up.

It worked doubly well, given that the silvery female was growing steadily more distracted by the work of the small werewolf, at least relatively smaller, compared to the other wolves, all too happy to continue receiving praise and slow, enjoyable strokes as reward. After all, he was enjoying the taste of the female as he explored within her with his tongue, figuring he should know her sex if he was going to pleasure it, so why not make her happy in the process? He wasn't foolish enough to pull anything, at least not yet, content to brace himself on her hips, pushing deep into her.

Indeed the alpha was growing steadily closer to the edge, tongue lolling out of his own mouth happily as he watched the human familiarize herself with her new duties as a toy of the pack, one hand reaching out to dance along the silvery female's fur, petting her and cupping a breast before running it down her side, enjoying the proximity, but taking a moment to slowly stroke along the smaller female's fur as well, too distracted to really know if she was asleep or watching, but not wanting her to feel completely left out either way.

The male was unpracticed, but eager and deft enough with his tongue, meeting each roll of the silver-furred female's hips with his tongue, occasionally pulling free to drag his tongue along her sex or lavish attention onto her sensitive clit, but always leaning back in to dive into the depths of the werewolf's womanhood, dutifully drinking down all of her juices, or at least as much of them as he could. Meanwhile, the alpha was caught off guard by the sudden pressure applied to Lorelle, crying out in pleasure and bucking up slightly into her mouth as he came as well, rope after rope of thick, hot cum filling the human's mouth. If the silver female kept up the pressure, the human would have no choice but to drink it down, but the alpha would be content, at least this time, with painting their new toy if she did manage to pull off.
 
Lorelle let out muffled yelp as she was pushed down the alpha's shaft, her hands reflexively grabbing his thighs as she tried to push back up. The silvery female though didn't seem to notice, the girl was, after all, rather weak, and the female was busy. She was still panting heavily, her hips jerking a little when the male's tongue rubbed over her clit, and while the male caught most of her juices, the fur just along her inner thighs still managed to grow a bit wet between what escaped and his own saliva. She finally let Lorelle go, who had been forced to stay in place while the alpha came in her mouth, filling it with his seed.

Some had leaked out from the corners of her mouth but after a moment she had been forced to swallow it down, gagging as she thought about what exactly she was swallowing, before finally she was let go. Lorelle pulled back just as the alpha let go of one last string of cum, which shot across her face, making her jump and flinch away as she panted for breath, having had trouble breathing the whole time, but especially there at the end. Her face was red from embarrassment and the efforts of going down on the alpha, and she was refusing to make eye contact with anyone, shamed and just wanting to be out of her as she moved away from the alpha, wiping his cum off her face. “Can I go now?” she asked quietly, just wanting to leave.

The silvery female let out a satisfied groan herself, grinning toothily as she laid back a bit, reaching down to the smaller male and urging him up on top of her. “You did well, I suppose you deserve a reward,” she told him.

The smaller female was awake and watching, but she liked to just watch sometimes, so she didn't feel necessarily left out. She sat up from where she had been laying, sitting slightly beside and behind the alpha, her head resting over his shoulder so that it was next to his head. She glanced over at the silvery female with the smaller male, and then looked at his companion, watching sullenly for being left out. She glanced down at the alpha's spent cock, then back to the left out male, a little aroused now after watching the activities around her, and lifted her head.

“You,” she gestured to the male, “Come here.” She nuzzled against the side of the alpha's face, “You should join in, when you're ready again,” she told him as she moved away.
 
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