Jerome Ch. 04: She-wolf

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WARNING: This story involves scenes of graphic sex including reluctance, seduction, mind-control, fornication, breastfeeding, implied incest and anal. If that is not what you are looking for don’t read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by human adults over eighteen years old.

This story is a fantasy written in several chapters. Its view point is as from days of old and uses old terminology for sexual acts and body parts as best that Google could provide. It is a fantasy of horse and rider, a quest, an amulet, goddess, nuns, witches and wolves and woven throughout sexual joining and mating.

“You need to tell her about the she-wolf as it will be a full moon tonight,” Morgan said quietly.

“Tell me about what?” Aoife said taking a bite of the dark bread.

When I stood there not moving Aoife turned dark and fright came to her eyes. She dropped everything and rushed into my embrace. She started sobbing then kissing me all over my face.

“I will not let that she-wolf take your life. I will fight her with my knife against her fangs and drive it deep into her heart and let her bleed all over my arm and naked breasts then I’ll cut her head off her body, then eat her heart raw dripping her blood,” she screamed.

“Easy my Shield Maiden! Come sit on my lap for I have a story to tell,” I said softly as I pulled her to my lap and kissed her for some time. Her lips were hungry as fright filled her. Morgan pulled a chair close to us and ran her hand up and down Aoife’s back.

“Tell me your story husband. I am getting frightened. My love for you is so deep I tremble thinking your life is in danger,” Aoife wept and dug her face into my shoulder hiding within my long red hair. I kissed her repeatedly.

“When I was in the Dark Forest the Lady of the Forest, Foraoise, was my guide. A white dire-wolf named Cailean was at her side at all times. It was the night of the Full Snow Moon and the white dire-wolf came to keep me warm. When moonrise time came a female all in white was beside me in the cottage. She was not clothed in white but she herself was pure white. Long white hair flowed down her white body covering her firm full young breasts. The only darkness anywhere on her was her eyes and her teats.”

“Husband, it is always about the breasts with you,” Aoife tried to laugh pushing hers against me.

“She never spoke as she took me for her pleasure at the festival of the Full Snow Moon as we were within ancient standing stones. Afterwards the Lady of the Forest told me a princess named Cailean was cursed by a dark sorcerer because she refused his evil affections. He turned her into a dire-wolf and she can only change to human form from moonrise to moonset on the night of a full moon. She stayed pure white as a sign of her integrity so he also robbed her of any ability to talk or make human sounds. She had gone many years without the benefits of contact with a man. I was that man that night to take her maidenhood and give her immense intimate pleasure.”

“As Foraoise and I said our goodbye at the end of the forest trail she returned to me the Amulet. The pure white dire-wolf bit fully through my right hand and did not release it. I howled in pain as the she-wolf crunched my bones and tasted my blood finally releasing me. I saw the blood running from my hand to drip on the forest floor but then Cailean licked my wounds. They healed over leaving these fang and teeth bite marks.”

I showed Aoife the scars on my palm and she took it and kissed it and dropped tears into my palm then kissed them away. I continued my story.

“Cailean marked me as her Alpha-male. She will take no other to her bed. I will always be safe around any wolf as the black she-wolf and her acceptance of you as my alpha-female proves. The other is she merged her saliva and blood with mine and I shall have an abnormally long life.”

“I had no plans to take a wife, Aoife, but I cannot live without you now. But at each full moon I must call Cailean to my bed as our wild lust is exorcized until we have multiple completions. She will find me and come here tonight. This you must understand and accept if you hold your life and the life of our children to be so dearly.”

“My husband, do what you must to protect us. I have no jealousy for I realize your strength will be shared with many women during our lives,” she said and laughed and kissed me deeply. “I was in the same bed last night with Mother Morgan and realized and wished that you would mate her. She and I will share your bed gladly and willingly. And if by this bonding my children will grow protected by wolves than that will be glorious.”

I was in awe of the changes and open heart I saw now in my wife, Aoife. I opened the door of the cottage and cupped my hands to my face and yelled, “Arh-Woooooo”. The black she-wolf leapt with joy then took up the call, “Arh-Woooooo”. Her call lasted for some time then she repeated. When she stopped and came to my side I could hear the call repeated faintly almanbahis in the woods then again more faintly further away.

I walked back into the cottage and whispered, “She will come tonight.”

Morgan spoke, “This moon has many names; the Worm Moon, because the ground begins to thaw and earthworms reappear, soon followed by the return of robins; the Crow Moon, because the cawing of crows signals the end of winter; the Crust Moon, because the snow cover becomes crusted from thawing by day and freezing at night; and the Sap Moon, because the maple trees will give forth their sweet sap.”

“This cursed princess has only the time between moon rise and moon set to change into human form. The rumors from Foraoise Dubh – the Black Forest, are that this princess is of great beauty. On full moons over the years the rare traveler has seen a pure white female walking amongst the trees. They thought she was a Fae Princess as they felt unworthy as they looked upon her nakedness. Her purity of heart is manifest in her pure whiteness. If she has chosen Jerome and joined with him he has past her test. We will see if she accepts you as Jerome’s wife,” Mother Morgan spoke in hushed tones.

We spent the day with an undercut of tension. Although we walked about naked there was no intimacy among us. Early in the afternoon Mother Morgan took Aoife into the woods and nearby pasture to begin her foraging training. The black she-wolf went with them as she was now the family protector. I watched two naked long haired beauties sway their arse as they walked away. Aoife looked over her shoulder and smiled and slapped her arse. Mother Morgan pulled the wench along by her long red hair as Aoife laughed. I went down to the lake to bathe and lay upon the grasses to let the sun warm my body.

I awoke to the chill of the afternoon air and realized I was quite hungry. When I came upon the cottage my beautiful red haired shield maiden was naked covered in blood and a buck hung from a hook by the door. She turned to me with wild eyes and then a huge smile formed on her lips.

“Mean-oíche has hunted for us. I asked if I may call her ‘Midnight’ and she licked my face in approval. Mother Morgan has taught me how to butcher a stag and I am covered in his hot powerful blood. My blood pumps hot within me and my moisture leaks from my purse. I wish to throw you to the ground and impale myself on your strength, husband. I wish this greatly!

This blood makes me hunger for you. I yearn for you to be deep inside me making my purse ache for your thickness and length. I am your warrior slut my husband. I have blood lust to fight this White Princess, fangs to knife,” Aoife challenged breathing heavily her breasts, her firm full young breasts, rising and falling, her teats hard and pointed.

Mother Morgan walked out of the cottage and poured a bucket of cold water down the front of Aoife washing the stag’s blood away. Aoife shrieked as the coldness shocked my wife and the blood spell was broken. Morgan took her knife and began cutting into the stag and putting strips of meat and internal organs into the bucket. When all was dressed she let Midnight feast on the innards.

My wife stood there breathing heavily those breasts calling my eyes to her. My eyes drifted to her red down covered purse and I could smell her scent. She followed my eyes and opened her thighs showing me that I was her’s for the taking. She wantonly spread her nether lips showing me the wet coral gash that led to the hotness of her purse. My cock rose to full length and hardness as we stared into each other’s eyes in silent challenge waiting for who would make the first move.

I cup of cold water was tossed in my face and my wife’s arse was slapped hard with a wooden spoon. “Go bathe the blood off you in the lake slut and do not return until you have washed this lust from your body. You are not for each other tonight and that is how it must be until this spell on the White Princess is broken. She slapped Aoife’s arse once more with the wood spoon and she screamed. Morgan gave her a clothe and scented soap and turned her towards the lake.

Midnight started to walk beside her then stopped in her tracks and raised her head and cocked her ears. “Arh-Woooooooooooo” she cried. Faint in the woods the call was returned. “Arh-Woooooooooooo” Midnight called again and the call was returned and sounded closer.

Morgan slapped Aoife’s arse and yelled, “Hurry you foolish woman and cleanse your body of that blood. The pack comes this way and if they smell blood on you Midnight will die protecting you. Hurry girl, Midnight will follow you and stay by you until you return. Jerome, hang the stag carcass in that tree yonder then come inside and I shall wash this scent off you and prepare you for the White Princess.”

The cottage had stream water beside it and I used buckets of water to wash away the blood spilt from the stag. I piled the innards in a large bowl for Midnight then washed the threshold stones once more. almanbahis yeni giriş When I went inside Morgan had heated some water and used a scented soap and a soft clothe to wash and fragrant my body. The scent was earthy with undertones of woods and fire as she bathed me.

When she did the area between my strong thighs my cock began to rise. She was on her knees at the time and she looked up at me and smiled wickedly and took my cock into her mouth. She was warm and wet and she held my cockhead tightly. She filled her mouth down my length and washed my shaft with her tongue. I looked between her dark hair covered lower lips smelling her scent. She looked longingly at my eyes as her juices dripped onto the floor. I leaked some seed upon her tongue and she moaned. She let my cock slip from her lips and kissed the very tip licking off the last of my dripping seed.

She stood and went to her shelves and took down an old jar. She opened it then returned to her knees before me. Her scent rose to my nose as I breathed her in. She wet her fingers in the jar then brought them to my ball-sack and coated them with the salve rubbing it in deep. Each of my egg-shaped balls was caressed and coated tenderly with the salve that began to warm my red haired sack. She returned for more then rubbed it onto my cock finishing around my cockhead polishing my knob and causing my pleasure knot to tremble my cock.

“So this is how I find the dark haired slut kneeling in supplication? Your hungry hands upon my husband’s cock his length pointed at your lips? Where is that wooden spoon that I might spoil your arse and drive your lust out of your hungry body?” Aoife laughed her hands akimbo on her hips.

Morgan kissed the very tip of my cock and smiled. “This potion will give Jerome strength and endurance for what will occur tonight. Cailean’s needs and lusts will outdo your husband leaving her frustrated and angry unless I give him this help. His cock will stay hard and thick all night and will finally fill her purse with much seed putting out the fire of her needs.”

“Now let us cook the stag and fortify your husband. It will be moon rise soon and the White Princess will arrive hungry for the rutting,” Morgan instructed.

Slabs of venison dried over a smoky banked fire while dinner cooked in an iron skillet. I watched Aoife lean over and add herbs and spices to both the smudge fire and the skillet. I watched her arse and purse move about as she learned cooking skills from Mother Morgan first hand. Her red curls framed the cleft of her purse and shone between her thighs from the firelight. Her moistness sparkled on her inner thighs. Her dark star winked each time she bent over the cook pot.

She realized I was watching her arse. She put her hands on her arse and pulled her cheeks wide open. My wife shook those full cheeks and laughed over her shoulder asking me if I was admiring her new cooking skills. I laughed and moved behind her and ran my hand between her moist purse lips and across her dark star. Aoife moaned and pushed back but I slapped her arse quickly taking a seat at the table.

When Morgan was not careful I pulled her onto my lap and grabbed her breasts and made her kiss me deeply. My always hard cock found its way between her thighs and slid up between her own moist purse lips. My mother screeched and jumped up off my lap. A wooden spoon bopped on my head as my wife walked by and placed the mead on the table. Smooth wooden plates were laid out and the dark bread fresh from the oven was set down. The venison and vegetables was plated. The stag’s heart was central on my plate giving his strength for my night ahead where my hard strength would be needed. We all ate our full of dinner and drank the mead as I stared at four naked breasts.

Time pasted then we lit the oil lamps as the room grew dark with the passage of night. Aoife talked about the large cottage and barn and stable she planned to have built by the lake. I asked her how she planned to pay for all that perhaps with that always wet coral that lay between her legs being sold to the men and women in the villages? She hissed at me bopping my head with the spoon again then went to her pack.

She returned with a pouch the size of her large breast and turned it over. Jewels and coins and nuggets of silver and gold spilled out onto the table. “That is how my husband! Did you think I was a coinless vagabond princess?” she challenged me with hands strong on her hips. I pulled her down hard by her long red hair and kissed her deeply. Aoife bit my lip then laughed out of my embrace.

“Jerome, I have something to tell you. It is a secret I have kept for many, many years. There is that stream behind the cottage that comes down from yon mountain from which I draw my water. Every so often in the bottom of the water bucket are flakes or nuggets of gold of various sizes. That is what I have used to barter my needs in the villages around my home for flour, butter, seeds, homegoods and clothing. almanbahis giriş I never bring too much to draw suspicion to me and never go to the same market twice in a row. I can change my appearance older or younger with various clothing to never look the same twice. I live simply so have been saving up the gold,” she said as she stood and bent over a loose board in the floor.

Of course being a man I looked at her arse and the raven dark hair covered purse hiding between her thighs. I got bopped with the wooden spoon by my wife yet again. As I rubbed my head Morgan pulled up a flour sack for us to see. “This is filled with gold flakes and nuggets gathered during my many years here in this cottage. I gave a hand sack full to my daughter Saoirse when she left to start her own life up north. Consider it a wedding present to you both to build your dreams by the lake.”

We all three formed a big hug in the middle of the kitchen kissing and hugging as the woman wept. I gripped naked arse cheeks and applied a few slaps as four breasts rubbed my chest. Suddenly there came a scratch at the door stopping us short. Midnight had her ears peaked and her tail wagging. She had not growled a warning. I opened the door and there was Cailean the white dire-wolf. She padded in and the black she-wolf lay on the floor her belly exposed in supplication. Cailean sniffed her and took the black wolf by the neck and held it as the black she-wolf whined.

Cailean came to me and used her strong large body to push the two women aside, snarling and snapping at them. She licked my scar marked palm then put her head under my arm so I could hug and pet her. A cloud must have parted for a strong moon beam lit the room. Cailean circled in the bright white light and sat. We watched, our eyes locked onto her as the spell was dissolved and the dire-wolf slowly changed into a naked kneeling long haired woman.

She stood once again as pure white the only colour on her being her odd eyes and her dark hard teats. Her larger breasts sat proudly on her chest as they rose and fell her hard teats pointing forward. Her snow white thighs opened and she pulled her purse lips open showing me her coral gash between. Her strong scent from her dripping juices rose into the air causing my blood to pulse to my firming cock. She came to me and put her hand behind my neck and pulled me into a long deep kiss. We hissed against each other flaming our growing passion biting each other’s lips.

I ran my hands through her pure white long hair ending just above her arse which I gripped and squeezed hard. My fingers slid under her arse feeling the wetness dripping from her purse as she opened her thighs for my caress. I pulled her against me and her full breasts meshed against my chest and my hard long cock slid under her white curls covered purse gathering her moistness. We stayed locked in our embrace for some time breathing into each other and biting necks and shoulders as I rode my hard cock through her dripping nether lips. Cailean growled when I bit hard even exposing her neck to my bites.

Cailean broke us apart breathing heavily her firm breasts rising and falling as she walked to Aoife circling her. She grabbed my wife by her throat and squeezed until she whined. She next ran her hands across Aoife’s breasts squeezing both hard. She palmed down her tummy stopping there as her eyes burned. She pulled on Aoife’s red curls between those legs then on one teat until she made my wife cry. Cailean moved behind Aoife and pushed her red hair aside then growling bit her hard on the neck drawing blood. Aoife moaned then started weeping.

Cailean moved onto Morgan and the dominance ritual was repeated. She felt her belly then pulled hard on Morgan’s nether dark hair until the lips of her purse separated. She then grabbed both teats pulling and twisting then she leaned down and bit them. Morgan started whimpering so Cailean moved to her neck and bit it hard lapping at the blood that trickled from the wound.

Cailean grabbed both women by their long hair and walked backwards to the bed. She fell to the bed on her back her feet still on the floor. She pulled Aoife by her long red hair until my wife knelt between the snow white thighs. She pulled Morgan by her long raven black hair up onto the bed then next to her breasts. She pushed Aoife’s face against the wet lips of that pure white covered purse and pushed Morgan’s lips onto a dark teat.

She kept a tight grip on the two women by wrapping her strong hands in their hair and made them pleasure her. Aoife gave in and started licking and sucking Cailean’s pleasure knot and the juices that flowed from her purse. Cailean moved Morgan back and forth across the two teats pushing up from the bed as Morgan bit them and pulled them out with her teeth.

Cailean’s legs went out straight then her entire body trembled. Her face went tight and her mouth made the shape of a scream but no sound came out. She mashed Aoife’s face tight between white legs and pushed Morgan hard against her snow mound breasts. Her body shook for some time until her strength left her spent on the bed. She breathed heavily for some time. I watched her full breasts rise and fall and I breathed in her scent causing my phallus to rise full hard.

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