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She-Wolf
by Phoebe Magus (pyramidfirequeen@yahoo.com)
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A girl living in a remote country village in the
heartland of Europe is offered in marriage to another
woman without her knowledge. She will discover what is
to be dominated. (Fdom/f, nc, exh, fantasy)
***
The great town hall was ablaze with the firelight of
lamps, and boisterous with laughter and talk of the
townspeople. None were resting or idle, except for the
elderly who sat in corners talking about the good old
times. Grandmamma was hugging my sleeping baby brother,
while my old aunt, whose arthritic hand awkwardly
groped over her knitting, was humming a sweet tune. The
early evening was closing in and the moon was mounting;
the farm labourers came from their outdoor chores and
were assembling in the large hall, which gave space for
a degree or more of partiers.
A number of the men were occupied in carving up the
meat, and to these were ceded the best place and light;
others were drinking or dancing with the women and
jingling to the tune of the violin. The women, mostly
middle aged, were organising and placing the table for
the banquet that would last the whole night. This was
my first banquet, seeing as I came to age a few months
ago. Children of a certain age were not allowed to
participate after midnight.
My friend Nadia was there in the corner, she kept
watching me all the time with a brutal expression on
her face. She was nine years my senior and, like me,
nobody had invited her to dance. Maybe it was because
most men feared her intimidating appearance. Her face
was so muscular-like and her temper so violent she
scared people away. She behaved, dressed and hunted
like a man.
There were rumours that she'd finally found someone to
marry her. It made me happy, because my father had told
me he'd found a suitable candidate for me too. Maybe
Nadia and I could get married on the same day.
She could have been married sooner if she didn't behave
so much like an Amazon. She had sworn she'd only marry
a man who could defeat her in an arm wrestle. Whoever
he might be, her new husband had to be a colossus. I
had seen Nadia take on five men at once and win.
Nadia stood well over six-foot tall, a lot taller than
the average village male, and was magnificently
pulsating and muscled from head to toe. Her skin was
tanned a dark bronze, both from the hot sun as well as
the hours of ploughing the fields. Her figure was still
quite shapely, and curvaceous.
I'd say she was very beautiful. I was about the only
friend she truly had in the entire village; I was also
the only one who could say more than three words to her
without her losing her temper.
However, tonight I was feeling uncomfortable by her
glare and I hoped that one of the boys would ask me to
dance. I expected to see Gabriel at the banquet, but he
wasn't here. These past few months he'd been courting
me and soon he'd probably ask my father for my hand in
marriage. I was at that age when I was ready to start
my own family.
I didn't understand why nobody invited me until I saw
her. Nadia curled a vicious snarl at any of the boys
who dared to look at me. Her look had become positively
frightening and I was thinking about telling my father
about it. My father was the only one whom Nadia
respected, because he was the village leader.
Everybody looked at me strangely as though they knew
something I didn't. They deliberately avoided me.
Near me were some children playing hopscotch and
running around. Some of the boys were peeking under the
skirts of women, and I questioned if my brother might
one day do the same at their age. My mother walked
towards me and handed me a silver chalice to drink
from.
"Drink Ligia," she told me. "It'll help."
I asked her what it is, but there was a mysterious
smile on her face. I only drank half the content but
she obliged me to drink it all. The sweet tasting
liquid has left me dizzy and I had become submissive of
myself.
The hall had now divided themselves into two groups of
people and no one was dancing anymore. The music had
stopped and I saw my father ushering my mother to take
the children to bed. For some reason they are all
asleep as if drugged.
The lamp in its centre burns with the light of the
candles. Those farthest from the fire had direct heat
from two braziers filled with glowing wood coals,
replenished from time to time from the generous
fireplace. My cheeks were rosy red from the flickers of
the immense fire, and my mind scarcely prevailed beyond
the limits of my consciousness.
That drink my mother gave me has left me weary; there
is a strange friction in my blood; a desolate absence
in my brain. Familiar objects and faces had grown
repugnant to me. I wanted to be alone. I was in that
state of mind when complete repudiation of the general
public was a necessity.
I walked out of the hall to breathe some air when I
heard the doors bolt closed behind me. I began to think
that my mother might have poisoned me with that drink.
I endured a fire burn within me which I had never
before felt in my life. The fire was burning in the pit
of my stomach and moving downwards towards my crotch.
I rubbed my pussy against the wooden doorpost and it
sent electrifying sensations through me. It helped a
little bit, but it was not by far what I needed. I
don't understand what had happened to me. I simply
couldn't help myself.
I tried to clear my mind, but the craving was worse. My
dress was too thick and wide for the doorpost to ease
this strange itch. I tried to rub harder, but to no
avail.
All around my pelvic region was on fire. My breath got
hotter and I started to salivate. I forced myself to
stop and took a deep breath. The cool air helped me
feel better.
Then, from out of the shadows into the flickering light
of the oil lamp came somebody stealthy. I startled
horribly, because initially I thought it was a wolf.
The mystery being was a person who walked on two legs
and was incredibly tall. That partially put my mind to
rest.
I was startled to discover the sight of Nadia. She wore
a wolf's skin over her head, but was naked from head to
toe and smeared with mud. Between her legs hung a
massive wooden like phallus that was nearly as thick as
my wrist. It was almost horse sized and her eyes looked
unforgiving. She gave one quick glance up into my face,
muttered something, a growl, I think, and towered over
me like a gigantic bull.
"You have seasoned well," snarled Nadia squeezing
breast. "Your mother didn't approve of this but ..."
"Nadia!" I cried horrified. "What do you think you're
doing?"
Her only response was to slap me and blood gushed from
my lip. She then forcefully pulled me by my arm and
stuck her tongue into my mouth. I pulled away violently
disgusted by her filthy behaviour.
"I'm telling my father about this!" I threatened.
"Who do you think sent me here?" She circled me like a
she-wolf in heat. "You are my betrothed."
"What are you talking about?" I stared horrified. "My
father would never do that, besides ... You're a
woman!"
"No little one." She curled a wicked smiled on her
face. "You are the woman, you are my little bitch."
"I thought we were friends!" I bellowed. "Why are you
doing this?"
"I take what I want," she ripped off my girdle and
flounced skirt as if it were paper. "I want you."
I stood before her completely naked and I covered my
breasts in shame. I felt the silence ensue. It was a
thing still more awful than any amount of her vulgar
discourse; I held my breath and stepped delicately
back; planting my foot carefully and firmly, after
balancing in a precarious way and almost toppling over.
I turned around and banged forcefully on the door, and
presently the heads of the villagers were thrust from
windows.
Nadia spun me around and placed to fingers in my pussy
and removed them. They were full of my juices as she
sucked them greedily. It shamed me to admit it but I
rather enjoyed Nadia sticking her fingers into my love
hole.
"Mmm," she observed my pussy. "You will be a good
wife!"
"Stop that!" I slapped her hard on the face. "I will
never be your wife!"
"I knew you'd fight me," she laughed. "I wouldn't want
you any other way."
My arousal wasn't due to Nadia. I figured that it
must've been that diabolical drink mother gave me. Why
had my family done this to me?
"Father! Mother!" I cried desperately on the door.
"Save me!"
"Run Ligia" warned my father. "The wolf is after you!"
His words came a little slowly and deliberately, as
though he spoke in a contemptuous tone of voice. I
hesitated, and stopped, as though I were expecting
everything to be some tasteless joke, for lack of a
better word.
Nadia approached me from behind and squeezed my breasts
hard. Her enthusiasm for my body excited me to some
degree, but it also inspired dread into me. There was
something portentous about this young, bright, powerful
woman planning to ravish me. Nadia's aspect was
frightening. My fear granted me strength beyond my
normal capability and I pushed her onto the ground.
So I ran forward, plunging through the darkness and
knocking over whatever blocked my way. I ran towards
the woods passed the fir trees at an enormous risk of
getting lost. There was no grass in this area, only
ample rough vegetation. The valley itself was enclosed
by unpleasant hills; no one would come to my rescue.
I ran, for that was all I could do, but I could not
stop; Nadia was chasing me with her colossal wooden
phallus strapped between her legs. I was a virgin, but
I needn't much imagination to figure what Nadia
intended to with it. So I splashed rapidly through the
mud seeking safety in the forest.
Nadia quickened her pace and I felt her gaining on me
like a predator. I judged her speed as admirable; it
was a gloating security in her own excelling and
enduring efforts of speed that I felt that I'd never
outrun her. I hid watching from behind a tree Nadia
howling furiously at the moon. Her hands were balled
into fists and punched the empty air outraged that I'd
escaped.
Never had I heard my heart race so hurriedly and
loudly. Nadia gazed upon the ground looking for any
tracks which I might have left behind. She was the best
huntress in the village. I discovered that I found
myself put to the test as never had I been before in
any chase.
I took another step back, with the same caution and the
same risk; then another and another, and then ... a
twig snapped under my foot! My breath stopped and Nadia
listened. There was no sound; the stillness was perfect
for her to discover me. Her patience was measureless
and I in my eagerness to flee denounced my position.
She saw me and emerged like a she-wolf to attack its
prey. I pick up and turned nimbly on my heels and flew.
Nadia swirled about and leapt to the right, and I,
unprepared for so prompt a lurch, found myself knocked
off my feet. I heard her laugh and shout of sheer
exhilaration of catching her prey.
There was an eighth of a ton on me, mostly bone and
muscle, crushing my tiny body, I was easy pickings and
unable to budge the bulk over me.
She had landed so hard that the wind was blown out of
me, and with such tremendous impulsion, that I hadn't
enough initial stability to take the impact and bring
myself back on my feet. I went down like a leaf, she on
top of me, laughing with mud on her face, pinning my
shoulders down and sucking my sensitive nipples.
"That's it!" She moaned pleased. "Squirm and fight it
all the way! Resist me!"
She picked me up, raising me to heights I'd never been
before, and there she stood erect. She placed my legs
over her shoulders and began to suck at my hole as her
tongue plunged in and out, until I cried out as the
waves of passion overwhelmed me. I forcefully battered
her head with my fists but it was if I were hitting
solid rock. I ripped the wolf skin off her head in
fury, but my resistance was only making her wilder and
more eager.
To my horror I felt myself getting wetter and wanted
nothing more than for Nadia to continue, but I needed
to fight her. She slowed down, gently lapping up all of
my sweet nectar, not leaving a drop to be wasted.
Her strength was incredible in the way she held me in
the air with my legs over her shoulders. It was if I
weighed nothing to her. She engulfed my clit into her
mouth and sucked on it until I could feel it swelling
in her mouth. Then as she sucked it, she began to flick
it with her tongue; with each flick sending another
spasm through my body. She kept her hands wrapped
tightly around my hips to keep me from kicking off in a
moment of passion.
Suddenly she pulled her mouth away and ran towards the
town hall with me in her lap. She stormed down the
doors with an incredible ease. Inside were the village
elders, my family and all the other adult inhabitants.
They were completely naked and chanting around a statue
which had an enormous erect penis. There was a
mischievous grin on the statue and it was human-size.
Nadia raised me over her head as if I were a trophy and
roared like a wolf. She paraded me around in display to
the whole audience.
"She's my wench!" She shook me violently in the air.
"She's mine! I conquered her!"
She placed my body upon a white blanket, which I
assumed the villagers had placed there. They were all
in conformity with what Nadia was doing to me; my
father, my mother, all of the elders was in agreement.
They had betrayed me to this savage woman.
"Mother? Father?" I looked at them. "What going on?"
"You're getting married to Nadia," answered my father.
"Don't worry darling," spoke my naked grandmother.
"Nobody will judge you."
I rolled my eyes back as Nadia engulfed my breast whole
into her mouth. Then she looked at me with wild lustful
eyes and greased her wooden-like phallus with olive
oil. An expression of horror radiated from my face.
Nadia was definitely enjoying this, because her pussy
was dripping with her own love juices.
"Maybe you should use a smaller phallus," my mother
hinted mercifully.
"My wench can handle what I give her," Nadia snarled.
"She is strong!!"
"She is smaller than you are," spoke my mother. "Be
gentle with her, please."
She pulled my legs apart and passed her long finger
between my dripping pussy and showed my mother my
juices. I felt so ashamed at the revelation.
"I'll do it slowly!" Nadia agreed.
She slowly penetrated my wet pussy and I bit down on my
tongue preventing myself from screaming. My little cunt
was wet enough to let the cock tip to slid into me.
Nadia was breathing tremendously fast and was trying to
spread my legs even further as she penetrated my warm
inviting cunt. I shrieked out loud and Nadia suddenly
stopped.
"I sorry Ligia," she finally looked at me tenderly.
"I'm sometimes a brute and I don't think of the
consequences ..."
"Don't stop now!" I opened my legs wider. "I beg you!"
"I'll use a smaller cock."
"Don't you dare!" I threatened. "If you do that I'll
hate you forever!"
"Very well," she French kissed me. "Bite down on my
shoulder if it helps."
I bit down hard on her shoulder but she paid it no
mind. My knees trembled with fear and my heart pumped
with anxiety of losing my virginity to her, but it felt
like the right thing to do. Each stroke inside me went
deeper and then I began to grab her asscheeks. I'd
finally surrendered and urged her to go deeper, faster
and much harder.
I made soft moans with every entrance and then a loud
noise in pain as she forced her wooden phallus deep
inside me with a fraction of the force she could
gather, tearing my hymen and making me a virgin no
more.
A tiny amount of blood trickled out of me and I felt a
little pain. She thrust it in again, a little harder
this time and the phallus entered our pussies at the
same time. Repeatedly pushing in me, her cock widened
at my aching pussy. Her phallus was rather large and
the penetrations made its very presence in my pussy a
mind shattering cycle of animal induced pain.
The phallus on her side was buried deep inside her
pussy, but my pussy was still too tight for a deeper
penetration. I raised my hips to allow another inch in
me. I peered up at my lover and saw the gaze of lust in
her eyes. At that moment in time I silently swore to
please her. I'd have no other lover than her.
I grabbed her by the ass and took the phallus down
another inch in my pussy, this time more powerfully,
almost violently, taking Nadia by surprise. I could
feel the walls of my pussy stretch to their elastic
limit. This satisfied her enough to allow her to enter
me a little more.
She placed my legs over her shoulders and slowly pushed
in, pausing briefly when she felt me tense. After she
had gotten half the cock inside me, she began to
withdraw, then push back inside, easing in even more.
After several minutes of careful and tender stroking,
she was finally all the way in.
Pausing briefly, Nadia then began pumping in and out,
slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed. My
tight pussy felt like a moist glove. Nadia knew I
wouldn't last longer at this rate, but she was besieged
with lust. She began to pump in and out faster and
faster, till she felt her own juice smearing the wooden
phallus being drawn out of her cunt.
The phallus was completely concealed inside our cunts.
Nadia reached around me and began massaging her clit
against mine, rubbing it hard and fast in an effort to
help us cum more quickly.
When I felt the Nadia's pussy juices splashing against
my pussy, it sent me over the edge to one last
shattering climax. I held Nadia tight with my legs,
still moving, still in the convulsions of my orgasm. I
knew that the phallus would never grow soft and
shrivel, yet I was nearly spent. I pressured my cunt
onto hers as long as I possibly could with the cock
wedged between us. I finally sighed with contentment,
and let my legs fall from her shoulders. The phallus
fell from our cunts with a pop.
Nadia got up and picked me up with only one arm at her
side. She wasn't finished with me yet. She possessed
the strength and power of a bull. She'd stop making
love to me only when she'd had enough.
"Remember our deal" said Nadia to my parents and to all
the villagers. "She's my wife."
She took me to the privacy of her hut and continued to
pound my pussy throughout the night non-stop. Finally,
into the dawn, she straddled my face and forced me to
suck on her clit. She swivelled her pussy movements to
match my tongue. She began to thrust wildly, nearly
suffocating me, offering her female juices. I sucked
greedily on the throbbing clit, feeling it expand in
breadth as her cuntjuice burst like a dam into my mouth
and face. I licked her nectar from her cunt lips and
then from her inner thigh. She was proud of me.
Only when all the energy had drained from Nadia's body
did she collapse into my arms and pressed her face into
my bosom and began to cry. The emotional intensity of
what had happened, and indeed of our mysterious
marriage, welled up in her and I soothed her profuse
tears.
The weight of her body was nearly crushing, but I
enjoyed having her over me. I felt protected from the
world. Never had I been so happy, so rewarded. My lover
held me tight with her muscular arms, comforting me and
nurturing me as only I knew she could do.
For the next two days we made love like there was no
tomorrow and nobody bothered us during that time. Only
on the third day did Nadia leave to go to work. My
mother came to visit me. There was a terrible sense of
guilt in her eyes.
"I have some explaining to do," she confessed.
Every year the villagers celebrated the transition of a
new season according to ancient pagan customs. At
midnight they would drug the children and send them to
bed early. The adults, old and young, would all
participate in a sexual orgy in celebration of a new
harvest. Although we were Christians, this particular
tradition managed to survive.
"What does this have to do with me and Nadia," I asked.
Nadia had been a difficult person even as a child; and
finding a husband for her was proving an impossible
feat. All of her contenders were systematically beaten
to a pulp. She wouldn't let any man touch her. The
villagers would have left her as a spinster, but she
was becoming more aggressive. The elders knew her
problem was an excess of sexual energy, but how were
they to solve her problem?
My father came up with the idea to marry her to a
woman. It was unorthodox, but Nadia apparently seemed
to enjoy the idea, maybe too much. Nadia was given a
choice of any girl of the village and she chose me. My
father resurrected the old pagan religion and married
us according to the ancient custom.
It was all agreed that nobody would discriminate me or
Nadia. We would live as man and wife. My mother wanted
to tell me and ask for my permission but father had
given his word to Nadia. He did allow my mother to give
me an ancient aphrodisiac potion to make our sexual
union more pleasurable and to give me more energy.
"I'm truly sorry Ligia," she lowered her eyes. "If you
don't approve of this marriage I can help you run
away."
"Why?" I smiled. "I do not object."
"You mean you approve of Nadia?"
"I have grown to like her." I admitted. "But I will
need to learn how to make the potion."
"Nadia doesn't need that, does she?"
"It's for me," I blushed. "To help me keep up with
her."
"Ah," she grinned. "In that case I'll come this
afternoon."
She left and I took out Nadia's wooden phallus. I
stroked it tenderly and counted the hours when my lover
and companion would return. She was like a wolf ready
to mount me at any time. She was my She-Wolf.
The End
If you enjoyed this please email me at
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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