To Serve an Alpha (Rape Stories, Forced Sex, BBW Werewolf Breeding) (3 page)

             
“Ok, I understand,” she said with a disappointed tone, “I’ll take good care of our child.”

             
“I know you will,” I replied, “that was partly why I chose you.”

             
She leaned up and kissed me full on the lips, and for a moment I seriously considered flouting tradition and mating with her right there on the floor; but once again, I brought myself under control. She leaned up further and put her mouth to my ear.

             
“The next time there’s a full moon, and those primal urges become a little too hard to control…you know where I live.”

             
Her delicious words nearly sent me over the edge, but instead I promised her that I might return if I could. In the meantime, she should be a good mother to our pup, and remember to eat plenty of meat whilst she was pregnant. I gently put her to bed, and she fell back to sleep almost immediately, exhausted from her month long captivity. I smiled briefly, then turned and left.

             
As I left the human city and wound my way back up into the mountains, I turned my latest conquest’s sultry offer over in my mind. It was against tradition to mate outside of the time of breeding – a restriction that probably contributed to the ferocity of the mating during the Time of Breeding as the pent up sexual energy was aggressively released – but I had never actually read anything which explicit forbade it.

             
As I reminisced about my latest mating frenzy, I decided that I would definitely like to share that human female’s bed again, though I would have to consult the moon codes to be safe. It may have been against tradition, but even millennia old customs must ultimately bend to the primal urges of alpha beasts like me.