"What are you doing here?"
He wasn't sure if that was the right question to ask. He couldn't think straightly. What he was seeing couldn't complement his thoughts.
He could see her taunting tits screaming at the top of their voices to get noticed by some passersby. He knew he would be that passerby.
There was no other person there. And for the first time in the long while he was confused. What he had seen was beyond what he had expected.
That wouldn't be the first time he would be seeing her. He even had seen her before he had left the pack for a walk.
He was sure that he hadn't taken quite the much time before she had come looking for him. He wasn't complaining. Twas obvious that she did love him and wouldn't want anything odd to befall him.
He wouldn't wish for anything evil to have the best part of her also. He should protect her not vice versa. She shouldn't be in the jungle all by herself before the rites of the recruitment would be over.
And that state she was in standing before her didn't leave him with a sane word to say. He was utterly helpless. She was more than angelic. It was Athena.
"I was simply worried about you and I did sense an odd omen. That was why I came rushing here."
She had her arms folded over her tits, bracing them up in taunting manners. He couldn't resist and obviously would stutter intermittently till she would be gracious and fair enough to quit taunting him.
He did know that he could never get that at that moment and that nothing was too much to realize.
He walked towards her flexing his limbs. He was moved by such love she did have for him.
"To save me?"
"Why not... If that is possible."
"But do you really stand a chance with a real wolf?"
"Beg your pardon? You've forgotten that I'm Zeus's daughter? If not for my powers retracted, I should had scorched you for that."
He smirked as he changed into a fair handsome lad. He was more of a grown youth, but lad would suit his qualities. His visage was round and curved such that, his lips were carved in the bewitchment of spree, seeped in comeliness.
He was tall. Tall enough to tower over Athena, who was half inch down. He loved the switching. Twas like the best part of being a Werewolf for him.
Though it had seemed hard at first when the spell was hexed on them by Zeus, but after the sassy struggle with Poseidon, they had been able to get really on their feet and had been able to figure out what innate ability they did have.
And at the moment, they were bent on creating a generation which had never existed. Twould really be tough of course. He hated telling himself lies.
He knew twould be more than hell, but they would all figure it out. The likes of the professed Alpha of the real wolf which had left earlier would keep coming, but they would have to hold together. He spoke with his face to hers:
"I know who you are, darl. It's not just save for out here."
His soft palms were all over her cheek. She was breathing into his mouth. He couldn't resist it.
She was quaking under his touch. She really loved it whenever he did touch him.
Twas the lovely touch that the pored Poseidon never had and would never have. She never wanted him to stop. She would stimulate the mood.
"There's no safety for me if you're in danger. You're my safety. Stay by me always."
He caught her lips with his and danced his over hers. She responded quickly as though she had been expecting it. The touch of his lips on hers was warm and tasty. She was swept into fantasy.
She couldn't snap outta it. He murmured into her mouth as he bit her lips gently. She gave her all to him. She wasn't always reserved whenever she was with him. There was nothing for her to hide.
She was his and he was hers. He halted as she grabbed the lips again with hers, ploughing hungrily into his mouth.
He held the back of her head and guided her to the bark of a tree not letting go of her lips. He fought his mouth free and went down his lips taunting her neck and then to the paved piece cloth hanging loosely on her boobs.
He could have a suck on the swell as he swept his hands down from the head to the tits. He was on his feet again as he grabbed the tits and squeezed them mercilessly.
She quaked under him and tried to savor the pleasure. Then she threw away her gaze and smiled. He noticed and was sane enough to understand.
"Oh. Alright, I'm sorry. Was carried away."
She kept the smile on as he helped her fix the cloth appropriately into the formal state, careful no to touch the nosy nipples.
He wanted to have her but he knew that was not the right time. No one told him, his instinct did. He could walk around his instinct.
He could plough it. He needed no tossing of thoughts, there was much ahead of the day. The sun was setting in the west.
She wrapped herself around him as the nosy nipples taunted his chest. He would be sane enough.
"What happened earlier?"
"One of the real wolves I warned you about came by. But it's nothing to worry about."
He feigned the seriousness. A part of him was worried, he knew that but wouldn't admit it to her face. Not to the face of the mates. She was concerned:
"I know that you're trying to stay strong for the pack. It's expected of a responsible Alpha, but you can't hide it from me. I'm your lady."
He raised her head and looked into her face. Worries were etched in her bewitching eyeballs. Concerns had left contours on the route of her smile.
He would never forgive that crazy Alpha. She must not see his worries for her and the pack etched in his face. He hugged her tightly and bled his thoughts:
"These real Wolves are more experienced than us. We're new here. Even the psycho said he has been an Alpha for five years! Look at us, we're just two months old here. I'm worried but I can't cower. I can't, darl."
She squeezed him, her tits pressed heavily on his chest that his erections peered at the call. Even despite the mood. Her words were wetter:
"Of course you should be worried. A great Alpha does. What matters is what the worries lead you to. To plan or cower. But I know and trust you. You'll train us all and lead us to the battle. Maybe before then, father might be kind enough to shorten the 6 months of regaining my strengths."
"Don't be too worried. You'll get it."
"Come. Let's get you some rest. You need it. At least before the meeting commence."
"I'll be your ride."
"No, you're too tired for that please."
"Never tired for the course of my love."
She kissed him gently and unwrapped herself. He bent. Went on his four as she climbed on him.
He loved being a Werewolf. The wolf part of him was interesting. He started crawling towards the pack. She didn't approve of it:
"Won't you change."
"Hehe... No... I'm a camel for today..."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his back. The taunting of the tits made him miss the sight of a twig which cut into the skin of his left foot and he bled.
Instantly he metamorphosed into a wolf and she could enjoy her ride better.
"Serves you right. Now, here comes my ship. Haha"
He feigned the hard guy frown but deep down in his salient soul, he knew that he was lucky to have Athena, the daughter of Zeus as his mistress.
Or lady, as she would call herself. He couldn't wait to get to the pack. How could he?
"Yummy" He fell on the berth as she came all over him. His claws were sharp. He was careful not to dig them into her flesh. He would be careful enough. He knew what she wanted at the moment. He was supposed to grab some sleep. She had actually advised him to do just that but she happened to be that who wouldn't avail him. He couldn't push her away. He couldn't ignore her. He couldn't resist. She was more than what she seemed to be. She wasn't only beautiful but enchanting. He wasn't so disciplined to ignore a lady of such make. And of course he did love her. He was actually confused. He didn't know who loves who more amongst the two of them. He wasn't sure if he did love her than she loved him or vice versa. But one thing he was damn sure about was the fact that he could kill for her. What had made him subdue the crazy Poseidon because of her. Hw would do everything to protect her. He would a
"What would you say now? Ah!" He wasn't sure what was happening. How possible was it? He was in the bed getting laid quite the while ago. What was he doing in the depth of the waters chained? In the depth of the sea! How did he get there? Who transported him? He wasn't sure what was happening to him. Or was it some hallucinations which did complement sex with the daughter of the father of all gods? He didn't know what was happening. His thoughts eluded him. Twas quite better to say that his head was blank and was void. Well,darkness was oozing in the mental horizon. And he was humbly hoping that the light would come on. Come on and lit his instinct. Come on and shed a shred of its shade on his gloom. He needed to be sane for a while. Being insane wasn't an option. His hands were heavy. He was chained. His hands and legs separately, then together. He was chained such that, his hand were locked up, hi
[Quite the numbers of things to discuss now...] Aside from the tone of their skins, they looked more like humans. Or to say, they were humans. Like gods who were humans. The tone of their skin was glazed with ash and does have its stray. Everyone there was retaining the human form. They always were. Hardly would he see many of them take the form of wolves. Space shifting wasn't really a thing until they were faced with quite the battles or had reasons to fleshen their rage or suit their wishes. Sundry things did propel sundry reactions from each of them. He knew those he could count on. His father wasn't actually one of them. He had no idea why he was feeling so odd about him. An instinct loaned him the felon fact that he hated the fact that he was the Alpha. Probably he was jealous. He couldn't really be sure. He was making hypotheses. He hadn't made himself an Alpha. He had been made by the mates. His was not to turn the offer down. Was he
"Did you call that meeting or briefing?" Pelasgus moved aside as he sat. He had no idea why his father was being jumpy. There was no point in moving aside. There were different erected logs which he could sit on. He was being careful. Like he was girding his hampered heart for it. He knew what was going to happen anytime soon. His father's actions were not farfetched. He would throw garbage of words at him. But he had no digs to veil the odds and tame the taunting odors. He was ready for whatever twould take. He looked at him. What was that question for? He couldn't be sure. Was that to get on his nerve or bruise his authority? He wouldn't call that questioning his authority. He would rather it as assault. And he wouldn't take any form of assualt. He kept his rage in its cubicle. He didn't want to rend it. He could use pored patience. At least for the meantime. He was skeptical on what would be supp
"And who do we have here?" Kinda a sac was taken away from his head. Twas like a hood or something close to it. He tried to remember what had happened. He was making efforts to sweep the smithereens of memories into a whole and set the whole for a deal. He wasn't sure if that was the best thing. But obviously he wasn't sure what the best thing was or would be at that moment. His mental ken was widening and he was trying to think in vain. His throbbing thoughts were heaving sighs. He wanted to contain them but he wasn't sure how to go about that. He could never be sure. Why would he? Twas really happening too suddenly and he had no time to make meaning of the whole shit. He was being cautious what feeling to make of the present condition. He didn't want to make a stray ones which would mar him. He actually could make rage of it. But how bout if twas licked by the fiercer fury of whoever they were. He also c
"Been two days he's gone, what do we do?" Athena was acting a Luna for the time being. That was not supposed to be? Well! The pack rule was different there. Dribus, the elder brother or Pelasgus was supposed to be in charge. Pelasgus was no interested. He was yet trying to snap outta his shock and blows he had received from the attack. He was sure that so many of them had no idea what he was going through. So many would never trail a track of his own rage. Twas beyond getting hurt or falling. But being violated. His instinct was violated as well as his rage. He should be mad at everyone. Probably he should be mad at the wolves who were supposed to be the security. He had no idea what they were doing when they were attacked: himself and Lycaon, his son. Matter-of-factly, they just finished having a meeting that day. He remembered that the Rogue was taken away by the security. Probably he wouldn't be
"Come together y'all." He couldn't count them. He wasn't sure whether or not he could. The wolves were swaying towards them. Were they the wolves Lycaon talked about? He couldn't be sure. His heart was in his mouth. He obviously was the eldest, and the mates, even the pack was in his palms. He would tell what would be or not. Whatever he say would be the intiator of whatever they were supposed to be. Whatever their fates was supposed to be. He didn't have much time to think. There was nothing to think. He knew he was too weak for it. He looked towards Pelasgus, he simply wasn't interested. Twas littered all over his face. He didn't hide it. He had no idea what had become of his brother. He didn't use to be like that. He used to be great. He used to be a man of valour. He used to be a dean of affluence. He used to champion courses back then in the agora of the gods. Lycaon had simply ta
"Unnrgnh." He flipped his eyes open like the pages of a book. He couldn't say if twas whether or not crumpled pages littered with cringes. His eyes yet were heavy. He wanted to close them again. Pulpy pleasure fiddled with his instinct. He knew that he had no power over that feeling. Even if he did have power over it, he wasn't sure how long he would have to trail the odds. A part of him wanted him awake, but he wasn't sure whether or not he would put up with it and brace its leaning expectations. His eyelids did skip like gazelle. He didn't know what to think. The whooshing of the wind was tantamount to the crooning of a mass choir. He wasn't sure where he was. His instinct was sweeping ideas into a whole. Confetti of wishes were blown by the tempest of his curiosity. He didn't know the odds of the occurrence. He had no idea of the odds of his present state. He didn't want to nurse odd though