York was terribly hungry, lost, and confused. The only thing that he remembered was hiking in the Alps just a few days before. He had slipped, hitting his head on a boulder, but had awoken in some type of cavern. There had been a number of women around him, and all had been naked. He recalled marveling at how perfect their bodies had been. There was only one of them that he was entranced by, but he did not know her name. Though he’d been told he wasn’t a prisoner, he almost felt like one. He had no clothing, other than some form of loin cloth, and all of his belongings had been taken from him.

Without a cell phone he had no way to seek out help, but it wasn’t like he would have had a signal that far away from civilization to begin with. He hadn’t been hurt, but he had been bitten by them, repeatedly. He felt they were some kind of cult, but he couldn’t be certain. One had funny eyes that seemed to pierce right through to his inner most thoughts. He had no idea how long they’d had him either, or how long he’d been unconscious. He suspected it’d been days, but couldn’t be sure as none of them had given him any straight answers. On his first night of consciousness he clearly remembered being coerced into sexual acts with different women while the main one had stood back and watched.

It hadn’t taken much to convince him to fuck them; after all, they were all gorgeous and they’d all wanted it. None had spoken during the act, but all had made the love making noises that all women make when they are hot and turned on. As he sat recalling it, he felt his cock rising beneath his loin cloth. They were all scattered about him now, upon sleeping mats on the floor. He slept on a higher position above them, while the other female, apparently the one they followed, slept a little higher than him, off to his left. Looking at their naked bodies now, he could easily take any one of them he wanted, and with the boner he was getting he really did want it.

He still hadn’t figured out what they were doing or how they had come to be there. One thing in particular he had noticed about all of them was the way their eyes glowed, and how fast they moved. He didn’t believe in the supernatural so he didn’t even want to let his mind go there, but he couldn’t help but wonder. He remembered one night in particular when all of them but one had ventured out of the cavern, into the moonlight. He thought he had seen a wolf out there among them, but then he couldn’t be certain. He couldn’t help but wonder if they were werewolves, even though he kept telling himself he didn’t believe.

He rose as quietly as possibly, stepping in between them ever so lightly. His foot falls were quiet, as quiet as a mouse really. Sometimes one of them moved just a little as he approached but they did not waken. He found that his whole body ached, and he had a deep craving inside of him. It wasn’t just a craving for food, but for something so much more than that.

By the time he had crept past all of them his cock was rigidly hard with want. He was now at the entrance to the cavern, but there was very little light coming in. He estimated it had to be early morning. He looked back, making sure that he hadn’t woken any of them before he stepped out into the breaking dawn. He stepped behind some trees to relieve himself, sighing as his bodily fluids left his body. His kidneys had been near bursting; at least it had felt that way. There were fresh berries growing around the cave-like structure, and with the hunger filling his belly he began picking as many as he could, popping some into his mouth as he walked through the mix of them. As the pain in his stomach grew stronger, he dropped the rest of the fruits, staggering back to the cave entrance in the process.

He was surprised to find Salena, the main female waiting for him there. She looked at him with a stern expression on her face. The pain dropped him to his knees in front of her, and when she knelt to offer some form of condolence, he scooted away from her, curling up into a tight ball against the cave interior. His face spoke his thoughts, but he was lost so much with the pain that he didn’t have the strength to voice them.

“York, you know that you cannot eat food such as this. I know you are aware of the changes taking over your body; you can’t just live the way you used to and think that it is all going to work out for you. It isn’t. If you didn’t know what we were before, surely you know what we are now?”

He felt fear take hold of him, his heart pounding faster in his chest. There was nowhere for him to escape, he knew that already. As she helped him rise, she then half-carried him to his resting spot below her, but this time she did not go to her own. She stayed with him, caressing his face and rubbing her hands across his abdomen. She pulled a flask from between her breasts, and when he took it he found it warm from the heat of her breasts. She smiled warmly at him, encouraging him to drink it.

“It will take the pain away and you will rest. You’ll see.”

He popped open the tiny little flask and gulped down the substance inside in one swig. It had tasted horrible, like rust mixed with something so sweet, it was almost repugnant. He couldn’t shake the taste from his mouth, and he felt like he was going to begin gagging without something to wash it away.

“Can I have water?”

She nodded, turning from him and asking one of the others to hand over their flask of water. He accepted this just as greedily as he had the other, but the water was refreshing. He swirled it through his mouth, rinsing every crevice. As he sat, she continued to whisper in his ear, running her fingers through his hair. The pain was subsiding, just as she’d said it would, but he thought he had to be hallucinating too, as she and one of the other females began touching each other in a way that was more like an interlude to sex. He blinked hard, even rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t dreaming and it didn’t appear he was.

They moved around each other in some sort of seductive ritual. As Salena began removing her clothes, his eyes grew bigger. Her breasts were creamy and voluptuous. In fact he had never seen any female with tits the size of hers. They were somehow perfect, and matched her body size.

He truly felt he had died and gone to heaven as they began sucking and licking upon each other’s flesh. The girl that had no name—at least not one that he’d heard—caressed her breasts in a way that made her nipples grow extremely hard. Salena jutted forward, grabbing the girl’s head and forcing her mouth to suck on her there as she gyrated her pussy against her abdomen. She moaned, or it seemed more like some form of a howl.

York was in utter shock as she motioned for him to join them. He just knew he was dreaming at that point, or it was the drug causing some form of hallucination. He felt his loin cloth fall to the ground as another female from behind loosened the fastenings and began kissing his back. He felt her tits pressed firmly against him at times, her nipples grazing across his skin.

As his cock grew and became more pronounced Salena took hold of him in one hand. She pulled him to her by his manliness, her mouth coming into contact with his. When he felt her tongue sliding across his lips he could hold back no more. He grabbed her, his mouth grinding against her own, and when he opened it her tongue darted in, meeting his own. Their bodies were tightly connected to one another, and as she stroked his well-endowed manhood while kissing she felt the leakage of semen coming from him. She smoothed it across his cock, using it as a lubricant to stroke him faster.

He felt someone probing at his ass, and he tried to push them away but he simply could not. Whatever it was entered into his ass, moving hard and fast inside of him. The feelings of her hand stroking him and the stimulation in his ass sent him over the edge. He shot his cum upon her, thrusting his hips forward as if he were inside of her, fucking her already.

“Oh York, you have to give it to me, I need your seed inside of me York, please…” She spread herself upon one of the higher rock platforms, her legs opened wide for him. He was already getting hard for her again. The other women moved around him, and whatever had been fucking him in the ass had been removed. As he moved over to Salena, caressing her breasts and leaning in to suck her nipples, one of the other females crawled in between his legs and took the head of him into her mouth. She sucked at him hard until he was once again at full rigidness. Removing her mouth from his dick she then smiled at him and turned her gaze toward Salena, almost bowing to her.

“She is ready for you now, York, like a wolf in heat. She needs you to fill her, to breed with her and plant our seed.”

He thought he had to be imagining what this woman was saying, but then he didn’t know for sure. Everything was spinning around him, but he had to have her and he didn’t care if there was an audience watching them or not. He pushed her legs farther apart, kneeling in between them. Fingering her, he found her to be soaking wet and ready for him. His head brushed against her warm opening, and when he first entered, he stayed shallow, only moving slightly until she grabbed hold of him and lurched her own body forward, taking him to the very shaft of his cock. She moaned louder, crying his name and gyrating her pussy against him all the while clenching around him.

She rose up on her elbows, pushing hard against him as he thrusted into her. “Fuck me, York, fuck me hard!”

He wanted to, and he was already pounding into her wetness like a mad man, smacking into her flesh with each movement. He squeezed her tits in his hands as he worked her body. The others fell away; he even forgot that they were watching them. One time, he pulled out of her, pulling her to her hands and knees. He entered her from behind and began riding her, grasping her ass cheeks in his hand and spreading her wider. His own grunts of pleasure began to fill the interior of the cave, mingling with her cries. He could barely hear her telling him harder as the others had begun chanting around them while they continued to fuck.

When he spilled his seed into her, she pushed back onto him as hard as she could, sucking in his dick farther in her. She seemed to be attempting to drain every drop from him that she could as she worked her ass against him, grinding hard on his cock in a circular motion. Her entire body shuddered as she squirted her juices against him, reaching her peak only seconds after him.

She took his hand, pushing deeper inside of her, moving still. She finally pulled away; their bodies disconnected yet leaving his cock standing at attention and shining with their sex juices upon it. She caressed his manliness, not turned off at all by the slippery feel, as some women might have been. His eyes closed as the drug began to take better hold of him. He heard her saying something but couldn’t make it out. She felt others hands upon his body, and saw many faces. Finally, when the darkness finally took him under it was his dreams that haunted him, with her still very much there.

The night was young, but the moon was already high in the sky encouraging her to change, to transform into what she really was. Some of the others had already gone, running with the blackness and disappearing into the wooded forest. She stayed behind for the moment, hoping he would awaken soon. It was unclear whether he would transform that night and she was beginning to have her own doubts. Sometimes it took more time than others. She was sure his seed had taken, though, and placing her hands across her belly she hoped for the male child that her clan so desperately needed. For now, York was their sole form of male protection, though he had no idea about that. She would tell him soon enough.

When they had found him unconscious in the mountains that day it had been like a blessing from the God’s to them. They had needed a male to propagate and somehow he had appeared. He was perfect in every way, at least in her mind he was. His physique was healthy and strong, visually appealing as well. His face was quite handsome, guaranteeing a male child would share in these same qualities. It was a custom in their clan that a male child be born every decade, which is why they had been so urgent to fulfill that prophecy. It had been exactly 10 years since a child had been born, but up until this point they had all been female. She was lost in her thoughts when Morella came up to her, rubbing her naked body against hers in humbleness.

“What will you do, Salena, if this does not work?” Morella asked her.

Salena looked at her as if she had to be insane. How could it not work, it had to. “It will work, Morella. You always question my tactics yet you humble yourself before me by showing your love and appreciation of my place in the clan. Do you not feel the same about my mental prowess?” She waited for Morella’s reply, but the woman only lowered her head, bowing to her yet again.

“Salena, I have faith in you, for our clan. I just worry that this might not work. It will be at least two months before you know for sure if you’ve even conceived. To think that it might be male before it is even born is wrong to do in my opinion. What will you do if it is not, try again?”

“That is exactly what I will do, Morella, and I’ll keep doing so until a male is born. This man is not going anywhere, he is one of us now, or have you forgotten?”

Morella snarled. She had wanted no part of bringing him into their midst to begin with, but Salena had needed him and had also wanted him for her mate. Morella had been left with no choice but to help her. She was, after all, their queen.

The moon had grown even brighter now, taking hold of Morella and driving her to run. She turned once to look back upon Salena before howling and disappearing into the forest. It left her alone with him, time that she needed to explain herself, or to do what she wanted in seclusion with him. Turning, she found him stirring on the rock slab he was lying upon. It was the moon’s pull, she knew it was. She hurried over to him, soothing him, kissing his forehead and running her fingers through his thick hair.

“Shhh, my love. I am here and you’ll be fine. Be calm now.”

His body almost immediately stilled at the sound of her voice. As his eyes slowly opened she breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps he would transform that night, running freely with her through the forests. She so hoped for it. The prophecy stated that if the transformation followed the exact order, the possibility for the birth of a male child would increase.

She helped him sit up, then went and got a cool cloth to apply to his head, kissing him fully on the lips as she did so. It startled him into a state of wakefulness as the cloth was cold and her lips were warm. He noticed that everyone but her had simply vanished. She could see the questions in his eyes.

“They’ve all gone to run under the moon, York. Soon you will be joining all of us. Your life as you once knew it is gone forever, it is the way. You can never go back to the human world, never. Do you understand?”

He nodded; at least he felt he understood what she was saying. He had already known there was something different about him, but now, he felt it running through his blood like nothing he’d ever felt before. He walked with her to the edge of the cavern opening, staring up at the moon. He felt his body shudder, and a feeling like an electrical charge coursed through him. She was watching him, noting his response to the moon. It was the first one of the month, and there were supposed to be full moons for the entire week.

“What will happen to me, when I change?” She ran her hands across his face, holding him and directing him to look at her, which he did.

“Nothing bad is going to happen to you, and very soon you’ll understand why we needed you; why I needed you. Many years ago there were men here with us, but they have all died or ran away. They believed that we were cursed, for some reason or another. That is simply not true. We are the strongest band of werewolves across the region and no other band interferes with us. You are an Alpha, York, you are my mate.”

He watched her lips move as she talked, almost hypnotized by them. He felt the power she had over him, and he felt his need for her. It was remarkable.

A pain grabbed hold of him, and he heard bones in his spine crunching. It brought him to his knees. She dropped down beside of him, attempting to bring him comfort.

“Why does this hurt so fucking bad?”

She tried her best to ease his pain, and brought out the flask of opium once again. “Drink this, it will take the pain away but it won’t affect your ability to run with the pack if that is what you want, if it is your time too.”

He almost snatched the flask from her hand, swallowing it all in one gulp. He laid there waiting for the horrific sensations to pass.

“Is it like this every time?” She smiled at him.

“No, it only is like this the first transformation. We all had to endure it, York, you will survive it and be that much stronger for it. You’ll see.” The urge she had to run from him and chase the others through the wooded forest was growing within her. She didn’t know how much longer she could stay with him. She craved the night, the freedom it brought. He reached for her as she sat there beside of him and she allowed him to pull her down to lie with him on the earthen floor. He couldn’t stop himself from kissing her or caressing her in places that he had just touched earlier. She was beautiful. He supposed his feelings were obvious in his eyes as she whispered words of devotion to him.

He couldn’t stop himself from wondering what it would be like when he finally did transform as they did. He couldn’t imagine that type of freedom to run like that as he’d always sought it, but never had he actually laid claim to it. He’d always been tied to some type of restraint one way or the other.

As he continued to touch her in those secret places that set fire to her body, he felt her passions stirring. She kissed him back harder now, climbing atop of him. She could feel him growing against her. When she removed the loin cloth covering his manhood, she stroked him before rising up above him and allowing his cock to disappear inside of her wet warmth. She moved against him slowly, rotating her womanliness against him in the most intimate of ways.

As the others howled in the night, their passions soared in the cave. He pumped into her, meeting her body with every movement. She rode him hard and fast, a thin sheen of perspiration forming on her skin.

When they climaxed it was together, their moans of passion mingling into one sound and uniting them for as long as they both would live. When she laid her head down on his chest, keeping him inside of her, she could feel his heart pounding harder than normal. When she rose to look at him she caught a glimpse of gold in his eyes and it was then she knew he was changing. She knew it wouldn’t be long now.