Kidnapped by a werewolf

Of all the answer she had expected to her question, the one he gave her was not one of them. The silence around her had her looking around at the other wolves. Then her eyes shot back to her captor "hungry....." she whispered as she started to think of what he could mean by that and didn't like what was coming to mind.

"Okay," Crystal whispered when told to keep still, without thinking she moved very slowly and snuggled closer to him trying to make herself smaller before the others seemed to rouse themselves from the trance they seemed to be in. It was that way she waited with him watching the others and staying very still, leaning against him. The heat of his body seeping into her heating her body further, which was funny because she should be cold in only her tank top and her boy's shorts. The night air should be chilling her skin but it seemed to tingle.

Crystal was brought from her musings as growls started to raise from the wolves. Watching and staying very still she would have found it amusing had not the growling scared her. Yet it was the wolf she thought was the leader of them the scared her the most at this moment. The way he looked at her and the one that held her. Not knowing what he was going to do as he stood there staring at them, so when he suddenly started to growl she jumped and pushed herself tighter against the one that held her.

As he translated she looked at the wolf before her and slowly uncurled herself from her tight little ball she had formed in the wolf's lap. Knowing this might not be a good idea that she might anger them, she couldn't stop herself. Shaking her head she sat up straighter. "No longer in the darkness," she whispered to him the words that whispered inside her, though she didn't know where the words had came from . Looking at the other around her, this time really looked at them. Then she turned her face back to the one that held her. Shifting her hips against his cock she felt the pieces slowly falling into place. "I might be wrong," she said softly to him. "I think it is time to move. Time to ......." she didn't quite know how to continue or if she was speaking out of turn or what would happen if she did finish, yet her eyes moved to one of the buildings. If she was right it would mean the wolf in front of her wanted the one holding her to ........ um mate with her so to say.

These thoughts sent chills down her spine making her shiver slightly, yet she turned her eyes back to the wolf holding her. Her eyes didn't drop this time and his held her gaze.
 
-Sorry for the poor quality, in a funk-

His mind was on fire. Ever since he'd brought this female back, he still coulden't quite come to grips with the fact that he was going to have the honor of his own pack. That sacrad honor, reseverd since time immortal for only one son of each Alpha, now that honor was going to be his. Still, now that the time had come, only one thought repeated itself over and over in his mind.

How exactly am I supposed to do this?

Still the energy that was welling up inside of him, some deep, primal well, was almost intoxicating. It was a directive passed down for millena, to take the other half of life and impale it upon himself. He had the drive, he had the tools, he had his prey, but he clearly lacked the skill. And that, he knew, was the most important.

"Yes, father," he took the female, lifting her into the air, cradling her in his arms. While he would rather have spoken this through, there where certain rituals that had to be followed. He continued speaking, but in his own tounge. Perhaps, it was better if she did not yet know it becuse if she did, she certainly woulden't have understood what it had to do with the moment at hand. The rest of the pack just stood there, confused looks running across each and every face as they tried to puzzle out how exactly he was trying to compare mating to ears. The Alpha stood their, looking slightly amused at the whole thing, and when Yoor finally stopped speaking, he patted him lightly on the shoulder. "Just try not to kill her ok? I've lost more then one queen that way."

With that, the pack dispirssed, into the woods, Alpha included. "Well," he mumbled, trying to make heads or tails of how this was supposed to work. "Lets get out of this boneyard, ok?" He walked slowly, still clearly unable to make heads or tails of the situation, towards the longhouse from which he'd emerged only a few hours earlier. Shaking the eniter way, he simply walked slowly though the drap doors, setting her down gently on the floor, and looked.

"I realize I'm going to sound stupid here, but, how exactly is this supposed to work?"
 
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Crystal now cradled in the wolf's arms listened and wondered what he was saying. Even looking at the others didn't give her any idea, so she stayed still and waited. When he stopped and the other spoke the colour drained from her face. Kill her, he might kill her in what they were going to do. It had happened before, she didn't want to die.

Then all the others were gone and he took her into the building he had come from before. If she wasn't mistaken he was shaking as he carried her. Was he scared of something or worried or was there something else? Her mind was still trying to get around the idea of being killed by having sex, so these new thoughts only added to what was on her mind. Once she was set down she looked at him and felt her jaw drop at what he next said. The wolf didn't know how to have sex, didn't werewolves mate or something along those lines. Then she remembered that he cock had only started to poke her after the older wolf had whispered something to him. Had it been that big before, no she didn't think it had been, so there for if it was new to him then it was possible that he didn't know how to use it.

"You have never had se........ mated before?" she asked him looking at him puzzled. "How is that possible?" she asked herself and moved away from him moving further into the building, making sure she made no move towards the door in case he thought she was trying to escape. Thinking of the situation she was in she glanced over her shoulder at the wolf and couldn't help but wonder what it was going to be like to have sex with him. Her eyes drifting down to the huge cock and a shiver ran through her. Quickly she snapped her eyes away from him.

Could she do this could she stay here and submit to this werewolf tradition , knowing she might die because of it. What about her life back home? What about Julian? What would he thing if he found out? The idea of Julian finding out scared her as she remembered what the three wolves that had painted her had said. Pushing those thoughts and fears into the back of her head she knew it would do her no good thinking of Julian, he couldn't save her and she couldn't escape so there was no point. Slowly turning she looked back at him and sighed, there was another reason she didn't want to think about Julian and that was because part of her wanted to feel the warmth of the wolf against her. There was a niggling inside her wanting her to move back across the room and press herself against him.

"If you want I can tell you how to do ........ what you need to," she said watching him for his reaction though her cheeks were slowly getting a pinky tinge to them as she spoke. "But first please tell me your name?"
 
- Ah, much better today-

There was a time once when he'd done something embarrissing. It had been five years ago, out on a hunt, him and two of his brothers stalking a small group of deer. It had been nearly a week since they'd started, and hunger was starting to get to them. When they finnaly decended on the deer, they went about wildly, slashing and bitting in blind rage, tasting blood. However, when the fight finnally stopped, he and his brother realized they had been attacking each other, while their other sibling had only taken down two dows. Not surprisingly, they ended up laughing it off while they headed back home, snacking occasionaly.

This easly broke past that to the top.

She seemed so calm, so, understanding. He'd never delt with a human who delt with capture this way. It was almost as if she knew exactly what was going to happen, and here he was trying to keep a solid stance. " Nnnno," he stuttered out, a little flusttered. " Only Alphas are allowed to mate. The process of creating life is, sacrad." HOw stupid he must have looked right now, standing stiff as a rod, maybe a little panic in his eyes. Still, the marks on her skin left no doupt in his mind why she was here; she wasen't prey to be eaten.

"I know I'm supposed to put this, um," he struggled to find a word, eventually pointing down towards his organ for lack of anything better. "I'm supposed to put this somewhere, that much I can feel. Does it go in your ear, or you mouth, maybe your nose?" He was puzzled, examining her, trying to figure out where he was supposed to put his, whatever it was. His mind was racing, was he going to fail his first duty as an Alpha. Then, she offered salvation.

" My brothers and father call me Yoor." he stated simply, still trying to wrap his mind around the iminent event. "Please, where does this thing go? I need to know."
 
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(That’s good to hear)

Learning and listening as he spoke she almost burst into laughter when he mentioned putting his cock in her ear and her nose, but she fought back the laughter incase he took it the wrong way. Yet she saw what she was up against now, tradition and lack of experience. Crystal had never taught someone how to have sex even her first boyfriend had been experienced when she had lost her virginity, now she was going to try and explain it to a werewolf. This was going to be interesting. At least he knew he was supposed to put his cock somewhere in her. Maybe once he got started instinct would take over, that’s even if werewolves have an instinct for mating.

“Yoor,” she repeated. “Well Yoor, my name is Crystal,” she told him even though he didn’t ask and she wasn’t sure he even wanted to know. When had she become so calm about this whole situation, Crystal didn’t know. What was it about her and the creatures of fantasy Julian had found and started to trust her and now Yoor had kidnapped her and wanted to mate with her. Never again would she think her life was ordinary or boring.

Taking a deep breath she looked at him and nibbled her lip slightly before she finally started to speak again. “Your right it does go somewhere, it goes……..” she stopped how does she explain exactly where he needs to put it. The only way she could think of explaining it was to show him. “It goes here,” she said placing a one of her hands between her legs. Blushing she thought to herself that that really didn’t explain anything, she was going have to remove her shorts. Crystal had already given into the fact this was going to happen to her and then that would lead to her shorts being removed one way or another, why not remove them of her own will.

Removing her hand from between her legs she started to pull her shorts down. She wore nothing under them, she stepped out of them when they were around her ankles. “Here is where you put it,” she said once again placing her hand between her legs and looked up at him. Then she removed her hand once she was sure he knew where she had been pointing too and watched him.
 
Silently, Yoor watched her with complete focus. At first she was confused. Her pants? Where they somehow part of her body? This was all so, strange. Was she just trying to stall him, find a way to get out? Had she been "playing dead", so to speak?Half a dozen tactics prey would use to escape him ran quickly through his head. "I'm, I'm not quite sure I understand. Aren't those, pants?" His mind was grasping widly, grasping at some insubstantial phantom of an idea. It tickled him for a moment, then shot back into nothingness. Still, a spirt of inquiry upon his face, he tried to pull her actions together.

He let his mind wander down to the, thing, seeing if it had anything more to tell him. Sadly, the same urge; put it somewhere in her was all it sent him. He growled softly, angerly trying to force his brain to work. Mouth, nose, ears, those where still the only openings he could see. Maybe, maybe he was supposed to rip one of his own? How would he know where to aim? Woulden't she bleed to death? Questions, questions, questions, but he had yet to get a concreate answer.

Then she started to remove her pants, and the thought suddenly occured to him; her rear! Females still had to eat, he'd dumped the prey into their den himself from time to time. So, logically, that food had to come out somewhere. He could feel himself tensing up, this muscles contracting, his fur ruffling, bits of saliva starting to run out his mouth. She was supposed to be doing this, something touch him. THat feeling only seemed to solidify his theory. Then, she blew it out of the water.

"So, I'm supposed to do this?" he asked in a straghtforward manner, approching her, approching her with his knees bent slightly. "I'm supposed to line that spot of hair up with my thing and just," he reached her, easly lifting her up into the air, over a foot above the ground, as he made carefully adjustments of her hight, keeping his member close to her so as to get a better aim. "And just press it in like," the tip of his organ was pressed lightly onto that spot where she had pointed. It diden't exactly look like a hole, put she seemed like she knew what she was doing. "Like sOWWWWWW" he ran his arm under both her shoulders, placed the other one on her lower body and, completly ignorant of the results, pressed with all of his might.

He could feel the tightness, a cleched resistance to his fleshy invasion, but he only pressed harder. He'd broken through something all right, and if felt so good that he broke out into a howl mid-sentance. This was it, that's all it told him. He'd found the right spot, and he slowly sunk his way though the stragly powerfuls strugle of this wonderace body part.
 
He had asked where he was supposed to put it what she didn't expect was him to go straight ahead and do it. There was more she was supposed to tell him but it was too late. As he approached her and lifted her into the air she had placed her arms on his shoulders. It felt funny with her feet dangling off the ground the distance they were off the ground. All she could manage was a weak "yes," as she felt his cock against her. At the feel of his cock moving against her she felt her own body responding to it, her pussy slowly growing wet, which was good for what came next.

Crystal found his arms around her holding her close to him. Then he pushed and she cried out, as her body tried to fight this sudden intrusion, that was bigger than any that she had had inside her before. Yet he continued to push and she screamed as he managed to push past her camped pussy walls deep into her into. As she had screamed her head had been thrown back and she was panting as the sound of his howl echoed in her ears. The feeling was like losing her virginity all over again, the pain of being stretched around his cock was intense, that she was sure she had almost blacked out from it.

Hanging there in his arms she was panting and almost trembling again. Slowly she lifted her head and looked at him, there was pain in her eyes as well as something else. "Yes like that but your supposed to make sure that your partner ......... I mean mate is ready before you just shove it in. That is how we do it from where I come from. Now what you need to do is remove your cock from me until before you come out completely and then slowly .... Okay Slowly" she glared at him at this part. "Push yourself back into me and then repeat that. Understand?" she asked worried about what was going to come.
 
She said it wasen't right.

She wasen't right, his body was telling him that much. Pulling out was not an option. The deeper he was, the larger a litter she would have. These diden't even seem to be his thoughts. It was more then even the feelings he'd been getting thus far. Somebody, something was guiding him.

"Great father..." he whispered to himself as an explination. Then, raising his voice with authority, clearly showing his power, he locked eyes with her. "The Great Alpha tells me your way is wrong. If you will not listen," he shifted the hand he had been pushing her with, pointing the claws slightly into her hindquerters muscles. "Then I will make you. Understood?" The power, the authority. He did not know this Crystal, she had never hunted with him, or served over him. He was not afraid, nor unsure. It was all so, invigorating.

Still, that invigoration swelled something else up within him. THe energy, the screams, flesh agenst flesh, claws, this was the hunt. A bloodlust, built up over a decade, triggers easly. His mouth began to water, shifting his narrowed gaze to her plump flesh. He'd barly eaten anything for dinner, after carrying her all the way over her. Certainly, she woulden't need all her limbs...

"I will make you," he seemed to be speaking to something else, slightly hissing. "Your job is to bear my children, and you can do that without both arms, can't you? If you cross me, you will have to. Now," the veins in his eyes swelled, this strange combination of energy and emotion flooding him. "Deeper"

Straghtening his paw back, he continued to push, fueled by adrenaline. Pushing though her flesh was thougher then he thought, it was a slow and slightly painful process. Still, it was a good pain, the pain of excertion, and excertion ment reward...
 
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Had she forgotten where she was and who held her. Crystal was an idiot, how could she have compared this to trying to teach a virgin how to have sex. Yes Yoor was a virgin but he wasn't human, so when his eyes had locked on her and he raised his voice, she knew she had missed stepped in what she had said to him. Then when his claws press against the naked flesh of her ass she felt all her fear come back to her.

"I am sorry, I will listen," she whispered to him nodding her head quickly. This time she did start to tremble with in his hold. Not came enough to take her eyes off his she saw them narrow and she swallowed hard afraid of what he might be thinking or planning on doing.

A whimper slipped from her throat as he made his threat and she shook her head quickly. At the word deeper she sobbed, the idea of him pushing himself deeper inside her scared her. He would tear her apart without having to use his claws at all. The feel of his claws vanished and she would have sighed in relief except he started to push deeper into her.

Closing her eyes, Crystal bit her lower lip as he continued to push, the pain grew the further he moved inside her. A tear slipped between her closed lids and ran down her cheek as she clung to him. Without realising it she gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Yet even through the pain, deep in the pit of her stomach she felt a tingle of pleasure that she felt when having sex. It was only a small feeling of pleasure, which was mostly washed away by the pain, yet it slowly seemed to grow. Very slowly.
 
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