Chapter 7: Page 6

Oben changed into a wolf and trotted out of the Tree’s little yard. He needed to go for a run, expend energy. He was still revved up from the day’s events and couldn’t sleep. Neak was going to live, that’s all he could think about, she was going to live. He had celebrated all evening with CS, Valdo, Sabelle and the Fairies. He had gone up and forced Dewi into a hug, fighting off tears the whole time. Their Neak was going to live and continue to boss them around.

Even now, tears were burning his eyes.

And yet, he was so happy he could plant his butt and offer a joyful howl to the moon.

As he ran and leapt about the Grove, an intriguing scent wafted past. Lifting his nose to the breeze, he sniffed. The scent was intoxicating and clouded his mind—he was helpless against it and was forced to follow.

He tracked the scent for about a quarter mile weaving through the trees until he came to a small clearing in the Grove. There in the moonlight was Isabee in wolf form. Seeing the Aristo female, a small but clear line of thought burned a hole in the drugging haze of scent and allowed anger to filter through.

Charging in, he tackled her, determined to find out what she was up to. But before he could demand an answer, he was hit with a full dose of that intoxicating scent, the scent of her season. He blinked, his thoughts once more clouding. He changed from wolf to man almost against his will. The need to mate was beyond his control. He was more aroused than he had ever been, should have been.

He stared when Isabee changed into a woman and started frantically rubbing up against him.

Wait… Wait… A single, desperate fact entered his mind. He would have sensed the season coming earlier that day, but… “What…?”

“I thought you were Dewi.” Issie whined, her body aching with need. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she control herself? She rubbed against Oben, her body not caring which male was there, it just wanted the male to breed her.

He continued to stare, adrift in the scent of female in heat. Mistress Moon! He didn’t want this. No, no, he didn’t want this, want her, but he was helpless, his dick already engorged and dripping, throbbing. Breed her. “’M not Dewi. What…? What did…did you…do?”

“Nothing! Nothing! Only a supplement to attract Dewi. Only… Sir Kiren… gave me supplement.” She whined again; her breasts hurt and her nipples were so tight. She rubbed, needed.

Breed, must breed.

She grabbed Oben and flipped him onto his back, straddled him. After pulling his shorts down, she lifted her shift off, exposing her naked form. Taking his hard cock in her hand, she rose above it and sank down onto it, taking every blessed inch of it into her aching pussy. She howled at the waning sliver of moon overhead as she started fucking Oben.

He grabbed her hips to stop her, but couldn’t and his howl joined hers. He was being raped, but he couldn’t stop it, and with her season clouding his mind, he didn’t want to stop it. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips as his hips slammed upwards without his control.

Fuck her; breed her. That’s all that was going through his mind. Fuck her; breed her.

Issie kept riding him even after she climaxed, just as helpless as Oben to stop what was happening. When he came, their howls once more harmonizing, he rolled her onto her back and continued thrusting, her legs over his shoulders. Again they came, and this time Oben maneuvered her around until she was on her hands and knees. He locked his arms around her waist and continued fucking her, breeding her, his hips hammering. Issie was thrusting back at him, growling, demanding.

Fuck her; breed her.

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