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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

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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