I remember watching Kayty shift. I managed to get there in time for that.
She kept trying to get up. Man, it hurt to watch. The popping and grinding of her bones and muscles as they stretched makes me wince to think of it.
It was such a crazy night. We ran through the streets looking for them. Kind of exhilarating. Really had my blood pumping. The thrill of anticipation, ya know? Only I had no idea what it was, and maybe that made it all the better. Who knows?
Oh, yeah. I should probably explain...Chaos and some other werewolves have this psychic thing going on. They can communicate through thought over long distances.
Others, the dogs with bad breeding, they don’t have it. Kind of puts them at a disadvantage.
Guess I’m lucky. I have it.
So, I could hear Chaos--contacting Kayty, sweet-talking her. Wait. That was after Leer had found her. I think Chaos could read Leer’s thoughts. He was so much more advanced than most of us. Part of his allure, I think, how he drew people into his circle.
He definitely had me studying him, trying to tune into his brain and what he was thinking. Saved my butt a few times, too. Gave me just enough warning to get the hell under a rock, if you know what I mean. Or disappear, or whatever.
Chaos had a lot of things going on. Dipped his mind into too many brains. No wonder he was a little nuts. Ya know?
Some of that is a little foggy. Hard to separate who is thinking what, and so usually I tune it out. Except lately, I’m feeling some anxiety. I’m thinking all’s not well in P.C. Too much unrest. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I can only tell you what I know, and what I think, and what Kayty’s said to me. I haven’t developed that mind reading skill
so
much yet, but they say it comes in a hard roll once I change. Maybe I can pinpoint that unrest deal after that.
Anyhow, that’s just politics. And wolves always gotta pay attention to that.
But I can’t wait to sneak into minds and see the
fantasies
. More and more, I realize I’m becoming a nympho. My mind is always on sex. Licking, sucking, sniffing, fucking.
But I need to finish telling you about Kayty and Leer, so I can tell you what happened to me when I changed. Oh. My. Gaia. I still get wet when I think about that little adventure.
Here’s the smack. Kayty and Leer met up at a bar. He chased her down, walked in, sat beside her, let her chat him up. Did I mention that a wereman has a definite sex appeal going on, especially when they’re smelling booty?
Yeah. And Kayty had her changing hormones going rampant. So Leer’s manhood was practically crying out, certainly oozing his scent in heavy, air-filling reeks. Honestly, that’s what I followed to the party. With wolves, it’s an all-over body pore thing, too. You could sit and sniff Leer’s personal fragrance all day long.
And it’s to die for. Hard to resist. Puts every bitch within miles into instant heat.
I know, sounds backwards.
Look, I don’t make up the rules or how it works. I just know that when Leer had a close-up whiff of Kayty, the rest of us bitches couldn’t do anything but go hunting for him, and hope to get in on what he was putting out. Sometimes it turns into a multi-partner event. Worth watching, if nothing else.
I wasn’t even ready. Yeah, I was a virgin. But damn, I think that night got me close. Ever been so close that you ache?
So, Leer got Kayty back to her place, did the nasty with her. Okay, that’s not quite fair. She said that he did the most glorious, sniffing sex thing she could have ever dreamed of. You can read about it in her journal
Leer: Pack Takeover.
Don’t say aaaahhh. I’m gonna tell ya one better. And then, after they did it the first time...
Chaos broke into the place. And he and Leer went at it, took out most of the furniture, rolled around like animals.
Snicker.
That’s when I showed up. Me and the rest of the pack.
Kayty went down for the change, dropped to the floor. Probably the only thing that saved her from getting killed was the raging battle between the two brothers. The fight kind of had Tee’s attention.
It was
her
job to take out the new bitch. Anybody else who tried would’ve had to go against Tee anyway. And, honestly, there was no one else dumb enough to try that. I’m telling you, Tee was a feral-fanged female. We were all afraid of her.
Okay, so that whole vicious spate was going on. Two men, slicing, slashing, growling, gnashing. The air was thick with blood, testosterone, pheromones.
The whole place felt like narcotic heaven. Guess that was the adrenaline flowing. Very intense. Totally helter-skelter.
A lot of interaction. Not only were Chaos and Leer rolling around, busting up the place, but others were getting in on the energy. Whining, howling, guttural noises abounded. Little skirmishes broke out all over. All I knew was it was dangerous as much as it was exciting. I backed into a corner. I was torn between everything. What to watch?
I spied Tee crouching close to the man-crinos-fight, absolutely intent on the outcome.
Kayty landed in front of me. I don’t know where she came from, really. So, my gaze went back and forth between the two of them. I mean, Tee should’ve been concerned with what was going on with the new breeder bitch. But she wasn’t. Kinda freaked me out. I’m sure my eyes darted around. I remember being afraid and thinking, what if Tee thinks I’m gonna pounce this new chick? I’d have been dead. I knew I was no match.
Maybe she felt assured that no one would do that. Hm. She was a confident bitch. With good reason.
One thing struck me as I watched everything happening around me. Tee looked sick. Like, with worry. I mean, she was up for the night and what was happening, don’t get me wrong. She, unlike me, totally understood what was happening, what was at stake.
She was totally intrigued by the fight, but also, nervous. Maybe I could smell it. Crazy how a wolf can separate scents, even in a busy room.
The bottom line? I think Tee loved Chaos. But if he’d lost to Leer, Tee would have had to suck up big time. In every sense of the word. She’d helped Chaos put him in his place more times than I could count. Always keeping him down. Ya know?
Tee would not have wanted to lose her position as alpha female in the pack. Too much disgrace. So, the winner of that fight would be the one she needed to be with. Forget that she and Chaos were two of a kind. Maybe had a real kismet thing going on. Tee was all about being on top. Nature of the dog and all that.
Personally, I’ve seen more dog fights than I can count. I had never seen a breeder change. And I had definitely never seen a breeder change for the first time. Kayty’s experience was fascinating to me, and ultimately drew all of my attention.
It didn’t last long, though she said it felt like it went on forever.
But she was glorious when she stood up. Crinos is like--well, perfection. You’re bigger, better, stronger. Every feature of your body is more pronounced. And I guess that could be good or bad, but in Kayty’s case, she was magnificent. I can only hope to be that cool.
And if she didn’t take to her change like a bat outta hell. She took on Tee, ripped her throat and then backed up for the champion.
Leer.
They did it doggy style, right there, in the middle of the room. Right after he did Chaos in, that is.
So it was the best of all worlds. Feast. Blood frenzy. And honest-to-Gaia lust.
Pure and simple, the dog in all of us came out.
I remember distinctly watching Leer put his hands on Kayty’s hips--from behind, you know? Oh, how I wished it was me at that moment. I close my eyes and swoon over it. Sheer possessiveness. It doesn’t get any better than that, does it?
I mean, when he stepped up to her, there was something gleaming in his eyes. The feral beast of a man-god. The alpha animal that is taking what he’s won.
He was covered in blood. His clothes had been ripped off--or maybe he never had them on after he and Kayty did it the first time. I don’t know. The smell of them together was hot in the air with everything else.
But it was like they were on center stage then. Light slid in from the window, playing over them like a spotlight.
And all I really know is that when he reached out for her, there was nothing sexier. Nothing more male than him in all his glory.
Leer in crinos seemed to be, well, all there is. The pinnacle being. I can’t imagine anything better. And that’s because he didn’t just take her. With all that frenzy going on, there was a tenderness in his handling. Does that make sense? He had a hold of her, like he owned her, but you could tell there was respect, too. I’ve thought about it a lot.
We watched him slide his hands over her, squeezing a few times like he was testing the feel of flesh on her bones, right there at her hips and then his roving fingers curved around her body, flitted over her breasts, cupping them. She arched a little, tipped her head to the ceiling.
My gaze narrowed in, then on what was between them. His throbbing, ready-to-go cock. It fit between her ass cheeks, standing up at attention, the head glistening.
Briefly, Kayty squeezed his hands on her breasts, then pulled them free as she leaned over. At least, that’s what I remember. Could have happened a little different.
Next thing you know, Leer’s running one hand back down to Kayty’s hip and the other up the center of her spine, actually forcing her to bend over more.
There was a little air between them for a split second, and he dipped his knees to get under her, to slide up inside her cunt. But he didn’t plunge into her. I remember the way his big, hairy legs kind’ve straddled around the outside of her thighs and hips, possessively-like. And the moment before he pushed himself in.
Leer tangled his hands around the back of her neck, into her hair. Not pulling, just...hanging on. So, when he finally made the move to get inside her, I was salivating, breathing heavy, in total suspense. I swear, it was like slow motion. Every tender caress etched in my brain.
They did it a couple of times in a row, I think. On all fours, once. It’s all a blur. I just know he couldn’t get enough of her. Or she of him.