Author's Note: This story contains a nefarious Alpha, magical compulsion (non-consent/reluctance), forced pregnancy, first time (heterosexual), big dicks, knotting, M/F, very slight F/F action, slight transformation (human to animal), and more. If none of this appeals to you, there are tons of amazing authors here at Literotica--give someone else your time!
All characters are 18+, and none were harmed in the writing of this piece. 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.
"Genevieve, my sweetness, would you please accompany your queen on a walk?" The Alpha purred her request, nay, demand, as though it was a common occurrence. Of course it was anything but; at 19-years-old, Genevieve had never spent a single moment alone with her pack's leader. Until now.
Confused and more than a little bit apprehensive, she nodded her acquiescence as she followed behind the elder woman's white robes as they flowed through the hallway then headed straight towards the door that led into the basement. Genevieve shuddered as her imagination began to run wild, mentally tabulating what she might have done to inspire the infamously rage-prone queen to drag her down to the dank cells.
That fickle Alpha was currently grinding a stiletto into the cracking floorboards as she devoured the younger she's nubile body. First the flat plains of the teenager's taut stomach, next the swell of her pert breasts, and then honing in on her dainty facial features and that silken web of scarlet that framed her heart-shaped face. The girl's youthful naivete coupled with her curvaceous body made her a stunning catch, one that currently looked terrified.
"Oh my dear child, do not fear! You have done nothing wrong. We are simply going to visit with our two special guests." She smiled pleasantly but the light never reached her eyes. "Did you not request an audience with the attractive Nathan?"
Genevieve bowed her head and blushed. Yes, it was true: she had decided to fulfill her promise to her pack and carry a pup early on so that she might go on to marry her lover, Abigail. Abby had made it clear that so long as they remained within the pack--and attempting to escape would be a death sentence--the couple would never be able to evade the breeding edict. Therefore, their plan was to carry their pups while they were both still young, hand their progeny over to their Alpha, then live a long and peaceful life together.
When the two wolves were captured and brought before the entire pack, all of the pieces fell into place and it felt like destiny. There were two available sires for their two pups, and after a lengthy discussion, Abby had selected the tall but boyish Jackson while Genevieve had favored the bearded one with the swimmer's build. Genevieve secretly relished the idea of having a pup growing inside her womb; something about the thought of swelling with new life felt both erotic and empowering to her, though, sadly, Abby disagreed. Her spirited other half, ever the raging feminist, had no interest in mothering, and she seemed oddly bitter that Genevieve did not share her disgust at the thought of being intimate with one of the males.
Snapping out of her whirlwind of thoughts, she continued to shuffle along beside her Alpha. As they walked slowly towards the downstairs door, she heard the beautiful she-wolf begin to muse. "Genevieve, my child, I must say that I am utterly shocked to find that you have an interest in being bred by one of our hunky captives. I had believed that you were more inclined to, how shall I say, a more feminine persuasion." Her laughter trilled and volleyed across the stone walls. "I was quite shocked to find your name on the breeding list, but pleasantly surprised that you respect your commitment to your pack. I do appreciate a she with a sense of loyalty, Genevieve."
They were already in the depressing dungeon, meandering down a long hallway that ran the length of the house with several barred cells to their right and craggy stone walls to their left. Genevieve had never been down here before, as this was off limits to anyone aside from the Amazonian guards and the Alpha. She wrinkled her brow at the disturbing conditions, ogling several naked she-wolves curled up on the stone floors of their confinements, no mattresses in sight.
Reading her body language, her Alpha flicked a wrist at a pair of dirty and disheveled shes. "They have committed crimes against your sisters," she spat venomously, as their defiance was a personal affront to her rule. "They have gone against their Alpha and their pack, and I do not take their crimes lightly. Do not waste your sympathy on their pathetic souls, child."
Genevieve counted as they walked slowly: there were ten cells in all. In the center of the lengthy row two massive spaces without bars appeared to be long out of use, while the other eight compact cages were occupied by a total of four prisoners. Somewhat had clearly thought out the layout and had intentionally placed the two shes with four cells between them and the wolves; a length that meant that they would definitely not be able to interact physically.
"We wouldn't want the ladies to get any satisfaction from their time down here." The self-proclaimed queen snickered in answer to Genevieve's unspoken question. "Punishment is punishment, my dear."
When they finally stood in front of the two cells that housed the captives, the curvaceous fortysomething wrapped her manicured hands around the dark steel and caressed it sensually as she eyed her captives. The taller of the two, Jackson, was seated near the front of his imprisonment, head tilted backward atop his wide-set shoulders as he absentmindedly observed the ceiling. Naked as the day he was born, his hair was wildly disheveled, as though he had recently bathed but forgot to comb through the wayward chestnut strands. Entranced as he appeared to be, he did not bother to acknowledge the arrival of the two she-wolves, instead he kept his chocolate-brown eyes locked on the stones over his head and continued to breathe evenly.
In the neighboring space, his packmate Nathan was pacing. Nude and clearly unamused, the bearded brunette's fists were balled at his sides as he stomped about in an imitation of exactly what he was: a trapped animal. Genevieve watched the attractive wolf traipse about for several minutes, the only sound his heavy breathing as he walked laps but refused to meet her curious stare.
Growing bored with the repetitious tedium, the Alpha leaned into the bars of his space and purred. "My pet, I have brought you a warm little honey pot. We would like for you to fill her lesbian cunt with your progeny. Do you think that you can get your cock hard for this little muff-diver?"
Genevieve cringed at this wording, offended by the vulgar choice of descriptives. But it was short-lived when she heard Abby's familiar whimpers from not far off. Her head shot to her right, an errant strand of her red hair lashing the bars of the cell as she watched that troll Hilda march her girlfriend down the stone hall.
