Emfael

Everything about his existence had become quite complicated but his present situation was fairly simple—he was chained to a bed. The thick steel collar that had been placed around his long neck was bespelled by the pack's most powerful witch, and he knew that there was no chance it or the heavy chains could be removed by force. Which left him trapped in the Alpha's bedchamber awaiting her return.

Since his pack's failed hunting expedition, this had become his life: sit and wait to be used. There had been five wolves, himself included, who dared to breach the perimeter of the Eudora Pack's property in hopes of catching that most prized of prey, a she-wolf. It was no secret that many of the packs, the Graven Pack included, were suffering from a critically low birthrate. Stemming from this, and the overall lack of females, was an eruption in intra-pack violence as wolves fought one another for the few available shes.

Of course, that had been several months ago and he had not laid eyes on any of his pack since their pathetic defeat. He had watched the she-wolves destroy two of his men in the midst of the skirmish, but once he was trapped and backed into the waiting cage he had lost sight of his remaining two wolves. Perhaps they too had been taken and were currently suffering a similar fate. In fact, he could only hope that was the case, as the alternative was much worse.

At the sound of the massive, ten-foot tall oak doors opening into the chamber, he kept his eyes focused straight ahead into the void. High heels clicked to announce the she's steps as she moved with the sensual grace of a cat toward his figure. Seated on the floor with his long legs outstretched, his large hands in his lap, and his back pressed against the massive platform of the otherworldly bed, he fought not to move a muscle as the powerful she-wolf sauntered to his side.

"I see that you're ignoring me once again," she purred as she continued past him and approached her monumental closet. Her long robes swished about her as she moved, her heels continuing to announce her steps. "Tell me, my pet, how has that worked out for you, thus far?"

He said nothing at the sound of her gowns falling to the tiles in a heavy pile, her heels tumbling to the side forgotten as her petite feet now settled down onto the cold floor and she lost easily six inches of height. She sighed. "Christopher, we really must reach an understanding between us. You have been here for nearly two months now, and I believe that I have treated you well. Have I not?"

The weight of the collar sat heavily on his neck and he couldn't help but make a noise deep in his chest. If this was hospitality, then this she might be drop-dead gorgeous but she was insane. Sure, the women of the Eudora Pack had fed him well, treated his few wounds, and spoken to him kindly, but he was a prisoner—nothing more.

Her toned and curvaceous body now as bare as his but glimmering in the light of the room's grand chandelier, the enticing female stood above him with her arms crossed beneath her sumptuously full breasts. "You understand why you are here, and it is no different from why you tried to take my Elissa. You saw something that you liked, you hungered for it, and you tried to take it by force. Well, pet, you and your men failed, and now you must pay the price. This sulking of yours is getting most tiresome, I must say."

Without a single word from him, she continued her rant. "You must understand that my pack is in a similar situation to your own: you are suffering with a need for females, we are without males. The end result is the same: without breeding pairs there are no future generations and the packs will perish. Therefore, the Eudora Pack has developed a system that works beautifully for us, and keeps our bloodlines strong while keeping us free from patriarchal tyranny."

"You capture men," he spit with a fiercely sullen rage. "You enslave us."

The Alpha giggled and it was the most sickeningly sweet, condescending sound, causing his spine to undulate. "Men of all species have been enslaving women for centuries, my pet. I am merely turning the tables and feeding you brutes a taste of your own medicine. Call it misandry if you like, but does it not taste delicious?"

She continued to move about the space, a goddess in human form. Soon she was lying on her stomach on the mattress, her long blonde dreadlocks falling down onto his bare shoulder. Her meticulously manicured, silky hand reached out and ran over the top of his head, petting him as though he were a prized feline. "My beautiful wolf, you must exorcise this ridiculous rage from your body and embrace your new life. It can be a good life if you will only embrace it with open arms!"

The vengeful silence hung heavy in the chamber as the large oak doors opened yet again, allowing a dainty young woman to enter. Imbued with a dangerously delicate and slim figure, along with deep auburn curls, the beautiful Circe was the pack's most powerful and gifted witch. Her small, red kitten heels announced her arrival as she wandered over to her Alpha, and presented herself with a smile full of glowing affection. "My lady." She curtsied with tender respect despite the fact that she was clothed in skin-tight leggings. "Do you wish the enchantment?"

Fighting to exude a callous sense of disinterest, Chris failed altogether as his honey irises grew wide at the witch's words. The chain connected to his collar jangled as he moved his head in the negative, despite the pervading sense of utter defeat that washed over his body. The Alpha continued to pet his raven locks lovingly. "Does my wolf not want to be used today? My poor, sweet pet," she taunted him in her bespelling alto. "It must be so heartbreaking for such a strong Alpha to be forced to relinquish all control to a fragile, little she-wolf. I promise you that you will eventually get used to serving beneath me. It's not such a bad position to be in, is it now?"

Circe's calm green eyes traveled the length of his reclined figure, devouring the wolf hungrily. She had performed the enchantment a total of three times now, which was enough opportunity to allow her a good assessment of Christopher—or, most importantly, his body. Sure, he had lost some muscle mass during his stay with the pack, but he was still the most beautiful wolf she had ever witnessed in the flesh. He was tall, easily over six feet of lean sinew, with deeply soulful brown eyes that seemed to communicate a narrative of their very own. He possessed a pair of powerfully large hands, no doubt a promise that he could easily best his prey, and despite this he was soft-spoken and, dare it be said, gentle. Although, perhaps that was merely the powerfully bespelled collar that clung to his long neck.

She snapped back into her present circumstances as the Alpha began tugging at the heavy chain on the wolf's collar and demanding an answer of her captive. "Will you submit willingly, slave, or must Circe perform the enchantment?"

He avoided both of the she's eyes as he growled. "I will not be your pet, nor will I allow my body to be used to sire your bastards. You can go fuck yourself!"

Her beautiful Alpha nodded in her direction. "The enchantment then, Circe. Snap, snap. Make it quick."

Clearing her throat and feeling a pervading sense of regret for her involvement, Circe stepped in front of the large wolf and raised her palms to embrace the energy of the space. "Tham bihmi a 'gairna dèana en tiatas adh' athrech. Falh gus salltainn dhuia bhathach cluith, o iatandè, agusuir aia 'mholàdir, cumhadach stagradhe a dhènah airmo bhoeanach agus bhiga gabhaile sìol."

"NO!" Chris lunged forward, a violent rebelliousness blooming in his brown eyes. Quickly, he was stopped by his bindings and snapped backward, tumbling to the floor and onto his hands and knees. In this pose of supplication, he hissed as he saw the now familiar red mist beginning to surround the young witch, slowly undulating up from the tips of her toes and collecting around her palms. "NO!" he demanded helplessly as he inched backward hoping to avoid what he knew he could not.

Her words growing in volume as she held her hands high, Circe repeated the spell. "Tham bihmi a 'gairna dèana en tiatas adh' athrech. Falh gus salltainn dhuia bhathach cluith, o iatandè, agusuir aia 'mholàdir, cumhadach stagradhe a dhènah airmo bhoeanach agus bhiga gabhaile sìol."

Chris felt his body held immobile by an unseen force. As Circe's chant began to rise in pitch, the chain connecting his collar to the floor fell away and, though he was suddenly free, his muscles no longer answered his call. He was trapped inside the immobile cage of his own physicality and he remained on the ground, his defeated eyes transfixed on the beautiful witch and her foreign tongue. Words he did not understand continued to fill the air and the collar around his neck began to pulse with light—first a flash of icy blue, next the palest purple, and then slowly shifting towards a rouge red that matched the fog that was slowly enveloping the she-wolf.

As she pushed her palms forward, the cloud shifted and began to swell outward. His wolf bristled at the first contact with the mist, hellbent on fighting the compulsion spell. Trapped inside the limits of his human body the dominant beast raged and howled, fighting its way to the surface the only way it knew how. The pain was nearly instantaneous as his fingernails split open, sharp talons clawing their way into the world feverishly and tearing open his skin.

An animalistic growl was forced from his lungs as his back arched, and his ribcage began to slowly elongate. Across the expanse of his body, a light coat of black fur began to flow over his pale skin, but this did not deliver the same amount of pain as his bones breaking apart and rebuilding themselves. Sniffing the air and trying to embrace the violent force of the sudden transformation, his nose slowly began to flatten. Only then did his jaw tingle as his muzzle began to fight its way forward, deadly fangs developing throughout his mouth. Overwhelmed by the ferocity of his wolf's rapid change, he mewled in pain, his body writhing.

Watching Christopher's beast attempt to outmaneuver her spell, Circe cocked her head to the side curiously and then her green eyes began to glow jade. "Chatha reith chu, chaha tèdth shibia," she snarled at the twitching wolf.

Chris' body jerked as his talons slid back into his bleeding hands, a now dense coat of black fur beginning to quickly disappear. All of the myriad changes began to undo themselves, and his naked body shook with the additional suffering. Agonizingly frustrated and feeling a sudden exhaustion, he collapsed to the cold, black tiles, panting for breath. The Alpha twirled an errant strand of blonde silk around her finger and shook her head slowly, clicking her tongue. "If you would not fight us every single time this would be so much easier for you, my pet."

The collar around his neck continued to pulse as Circe's words softened but did not cease. Meanwhile, the mist that had permeated the space and carefully worked its way into Chris' lungs was evaporating now, slowly climbing back beneath the witch's tiny feet as she spoke. It caressed the floor before disappearing entirely, the young woman's chant grinding to a sudden halt. At this, she gasped loudly for breath, and then once again dipped a curtsy toward her leader. "It is done, my queen."

Though he was still sprawled naked on the floor, the Alpha crooked a finger at the wolf. "Come."

Chris felt a sadness in his heart as his body happily responded to her words. Slowly rising up onto his palms and knees, he spun himself around to face the most beautiful she-wolf he had ever encountered. Magic or no, this was a simple fact: the Alpha was stunning. Blessed with an extravagant mane of blonde locks and a perfect hourglass figure, she was sex on legs. His whiskey-colored irises glowed with a bestial hunger as he watched her beckon him, as he devoured her exposed body. 'Soon,' his bespelled wolf whispered along his senses. 'Soon we will have her beneath us. Do as she says and she will be ours, she will bear our pups.'

Guided by the compulsion and his hidden desires, he found himself crawling across the astronomically-large mattress and its midnight blue silk sheets. When he was close enough to touch her luscious body, he tossed himself down onto his back, presenting his impressive erection as he stared up into the she's honey eyes while she smirked triumphantly. She squeezed his thigh as she spoke. "You can be such a good boy when you want to be. I know it's hard to relent, but this is for the best. You belong to me now, Christopher. It's not so horrible to serve me, is it? Don't you want to be my whore?"

She didn't require a response from him, and he offered none as she began to position herself between his legs. Nipping at his meaty thighs, she growled playfully. "You can't say I don't treat you right, pet. Many a queen would simply abuse your beautiful body and offer nothing in return, but I am always mindful of your needs."

Full breasts capped off with pale, peachy nipples rubbed against the abundant hairs on his legs as she leaned down and touched the tip of her spongy tongue to the head of his achingly hard erection. His abdomen twitched in response and she snickered, content with his reaction. Humming as she took his glans into the warmth of her mouth, she began to slowly coax him toward a state of utter desperation. Cupping his balls tenderly in her right hand, she coated his shaft in her viscous saliva before sinking so far down on his length that her nose was pressed into his abdomen.

A lupine growl rumbled in his chest and his hands wanted to shoot forward, desperate to grip at handfuls of her hair and direct her movements. Feeling his body's tension, the Alpha turned her gaze upward with his cock still embedded in her throat. She hummed something unintelligible, sending vibrations up his shaft before she began swallowing around him. This milked his flesh to the point of near orgasm, forcing another sound from the depths of his ribcage.

Raising herself up quickly and gasping for air, the she smirked triumphantly as she sputtered a stream of copious fluids all over his body and down her ample breasts. With her chest heaving, she gazed down into his lust-filled eyes. "You can never manage to resist me, my pet. I have your cock trained to respond to my every touch, your body hungers for me. Do you deny that there is a connection between us?"

War raged inside his brain, his humanity and beast fighting for dominance amidst a compulsion that kept him submissive to the she. Despite this, he knew that he was about to speak nothing but truth and his honesty terrified him. "I want you." He confessed as the witch spoke in the distance, and he was finally able to run his hands up her torso and cup her heavy breasts in his hands. The pain of his words weighed heavy on his heart as his tongue pleaded with the Alpha. "I need you."

With her brown eyes softening, she cupped his stubbled cheek in her small hand. "But do you mean that, Christopher?"

Evading her eyes, he dipped his chin. He was helpless as the words slipped from between his pale pink lips: "You haunt my dreams at night and I hunger for your touch every day."

"Poetic," she laughed and it was the sound of a pixie's wings fluttering in the sunshine. Growing bored with his sweet-talk, which she believed to be nothing more than Circe's spell, she straddled the wolf's muscular thighs and began to lower herself onto his cock. Observing his expression, she saw a mask of pain and confusion, rabid lust, and fear: it was clear that a piece of him was still trying to fight the magic, another piece was desperate to be inside her.

Her blowjob had been pathetically inadequate and a poor representation of her oral abilities, but today all her mind could think of was penetration. She had grown moist simply at the sight of his wolf struggling to take over his body, the brute strength of his creature contrasting with the pained mewls of his human form; she was titillated and ready for him at the sound of his first vocalization. Her folds were moistened, her nipples erect; her body hungry for the rough fuck that she knew he would provide if she allowed it.

Devouring her every movement as though it was his sole sustenance, he was shocked into a gasp as something magical exploded throughout his abdomen as the stunning she-wolf lowered her weeping pussy down onto his cock. Slowly drawing out the insertion, she first allowed his glans to spread her glistening folds at a speed so languid he nearly sobbed. His fists were balled into the sheets and his body nearly thrashing long before she began to take his first inch. Cautious to taunt him, to draw out the penetration, she clutched her breasts and squeezed roughly as she mewled. "You are the best pet I have ever had," she assured him with a rabid moan. "When I allow it, you fill this hungry Alpha cunt perfectly."

Careful to never take more than an inch or two, she moved above him, hungry hands traveling across her own flesh and exciting herself further. Aware that until she gave the word he was helpless beneath her, barely able to overcome the spell enough to fondle her fertile hips or cup her swinging breasts, she relished in his sexual torture. "Does my pet want to touch his queen?" she laughed as she twirled her hips and allowed a third then fourth inch to sink into her depths. "Does my wolf want to worship his Alpha's body?"

The witch had seen enough of these sessions to understand, and she spoke several words aloud that finally freed Chris' muscles from their painful weight. The constraints remained heavy in his mind, but his reinvigorated body was quick to grasp at a momentary dominance. Knowing that she would not fight him—that she lusted after a raw, bestial fuck—he wrapped an arm around her lower back and flipped their bodies quickly. With the Alpha beneath him, her thighs spread and wrapped around his hips, delight danced in his irises. "How badly do you want to be filled, Alpha?"

Without waiting for a response, he thrust his hips forward and embedded three-quarters of his length into her. Her sharp nails tore at his shoulder blades in response, her mouth forming into a large "O" of pleasure. Pleased with himself, he began to piston into her moisture as he nipped at her collarbone, careful to leave marks. His wolf felt a sense of pride at this: he might be bested and bespelled, but he would still find a way to assert his dominance.

Beneath him, the Alpha issued a series of cries that were filled with rapturous delight. Her hands snaked up further, grabbing fistfuls of his dark, silken locks, tugging violently. "Fuck me harder, pet. Show me what you can do with that thick cock of yours. Show your master why you are the perfect slave."

Taking her words as an invitation, he continued his internal onslaught as his lips wrapped around her left nipple and sucked hungrily. Her hands remained embedded in his hair, showing her appreciation for his violent thrusts as he spread her wide open. Like this, he continued to work her into a frenzy, lavishing his oral attentions on her full breasts as he built a punishing rhythm with his hips.

Lying beneath him, her entire body was aflame with desire. Her pussy was already swollen and battered, his large cock spreading her open and thrusting roughly inside, and she could feel her overabundant juices leaking down her inner thighs. She used his silken locks as an anchor, her fingers wrapped tight enough to bring him pain as he plunged over and over into her aching cunt. His body was magical, yes, but it was the purely bestial sounds, the noises he made while fucking her, that were causing her womb to convulse.