Author's Note: This story contains a mated pair of horny werewolves enjoying sex during pregnancy, as well as some spicy flashbacks. All characters are 18+. It is not necessary to have read the previous installments in this series, however, doing so may give you some background on repeat characters. ©WednesdaysCoffin2022. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior authorization in writing from the author.
Her lover suckled hungrily at her heavy breasts, imbibing her motherly nectar like a pup suckling at the teat. She whimpered. Her pregnant body beneath his much larger frame, undulating atop the mattress as a desperate need flourished. Each moist caress of her pebbled flesh was heavenly torment, her muscles constricting, spine arching as the frantic lust raced throughout her body. And yet, Melanie was able to swim through the fog to focus on her underlying concerns about her current condition.
"Will it hurt?" She managed to eke out these three simple words before her pink lips formed a large "O" of pleasure.
The Alpha continued to drink from her breast as he massaged her sensitive mounds, inspiring the she-wolf to squirm. Though she attempted to touch two fingers to her throbbing clitoris, it was no easy fete considering her enormous pup bump. In fact, she was so far into her pregnancy that she was unable to see the chiseled features of her lover's face when, earlier in their lovemaking, he paused to press his lips between her thighs.
Breaking away from her sore nipple with a loud pop, he smiled regretfully. "I'm so sorry, my sweetness, but it is very likely that it will, yes. Birthing a pup is not easy, but I will do my best to keep that beautiful smile pressed to your scrumptious lips as you bring our precious one into this world. I promise I will not leave you alone for a second."
Melanie kept her eyes shut tight as she focused on the sensation of the Alpha's teeth gently placing pressure on a swollen nipple. Giving up her attempts to touch her nethers, she allowed her fingers to instead travel through the silky softness of her partner's raven locks. "I just want to be able to see my feet and to be able to embrace my wolf. It's been so long since I've been able to run free, and I miss the grass beneath the pads of my paws."
Autumn. Oranges and yellows painted the woods as her paws carried her through the landscape. Free from the confines of the white room and able to exercise her wolf for the first time in months, Melanie felt a tattoo of joy raising each strand of her fur toward the heavens, towards the goddess.
Waiting patiently, the large Alpha and his hunger loomed nearby. Patient and loyal, he would continue to worry the underbrush with his paws until she presented herself to him. Unlike the males back home, he and his pack showed the utmost respect to she-wolves. A delighted and willing captive, she felt the magic chain that linked her heart to the big wolf's, but she still intended to draw out every second of his torment.
"I know, little one." He smiled ruefully as he continued to feast on her lactating mounds. Once full yet perky, they had grown heavy as her pregnancy advanced. Over the past few months, she had complained often of back pain and soreness, but it was only recently that her body had begun to produce viscous colostrum. It was, of course, the body's way of preparing her to nourish their little wolfling, but it smelled intoxicating and he found himself dangerously addicted to the taste of her impending motherhood.
He had done this, his wolf decreed. He had filled the young she's womb and inspired her body to grow with an heir. Just a little thing who had stumbled onto the pack lands accidentally, her body had reacted to his very presence...
...
Her entire body felt his arrival as he stepped into the small white room and shut the door. Power and lust detonated inside the cage of her flesh as she stared at this pack's Alpha. Rather than evoking fear, like her native pack's Alpha, this wolf exuded sensuality. A body sculpted for lustful pursuits, the finest porcelain was sliced at harsh angles to invite worship of everything above, and below, his carved Adonis belt.
"Here's how this is going to work."
His voice was stern, matter-of-fact, and invited no disagreement. It was, too, a velvety soft caress to her virgin sex.
But she remained hesitant, back against the plain white wall. It was the same position she had been in since the Beta had locked her inside this room, informing her that any she-wolf caught trespassing on their property would be subject to 'community service'--these last words had made him snicker--with the Alpha himself. Whatever happened, it was better than what awaited her at home: an auction that would end with the loss of her freedom. Mind racing through the visages of all the hungry, wanton males back home, Melanie shuddered.
