I'm enveloped first by darkness and then by overwhelmed searing light. It muffles my senses, it frees me and suffocates me all simultaneously. I'm filled with fear and peace all at once. Everything feels like too much but also not enough.
Just as quickly as it starts everything stops. My feet feel the cold marble under my toes and I realize it's safe to open my eyes. A silent tower of white marble stares back at me in the stillness of moonlight and I take a hesitant step forwards pearly looking gates.
Had I already failed? Had I died? I press forward into the tower where I see a delicate woman sitting on a settee in a salon giggling with a wolf in front of a raging fire. Her laugh is like a tinkling bell that cuts the silence, urging me forward. I pass through the sofa like a spectre though and the woman can't see me.
The woman can't see me --but her wolf can. The intelligent creature turns her wise eyes towards me and then speaks into my mind. The voice is elegant and wise, the voice of the moon goddess.
"Child of the moon, last of the touched, you have submitted to the rite of queens. Do you accept the challenge before you of clear mind, clear intent and purity of heart?" She repeats the words of the rite whispered to us from the time we were pups. I give her a sharp nod, my eyes never leaving hers and I could have sworn she smiled.
"Excellent. What do you know of the challenge?" She continues.
"Only what was whispered to us as pups, that every wolf that enters faces a different challenge meant to test them." I answer honestly.
Her beautiful muzzle reflects the light of the fire back to me, "Actually little one every challenge is the same. Like your sisters you will be sent back in time to the time of the first queen and you will live as her. I will observe your rule and decide for myself if you are worthy of the crown."
I reel at this information, the time of the first queen was notoriously one of the most difficult reigns in the history of our kingdom. I don't remember it in detail but it was known to be a tragic reign and she died pitiably. Her companion, an astonishingly beautiful woman, picks herself up off the chair and crosses the room.
"If I die as the queen, will I truly die?" I whisper into the silence of the bond. The wolf doesn't answer, ever the cryptic goddess. The woman returns a moment later with a steaming cup of tea and a slab of raw meat. She places the plate on the ground before the goddess and then scratches under her muzzle, oblivious to the powerful being at her feet.
"There is one last thing I must urge of you my child, do not get lost in the vision. Only you can choose to return, to truly reign, and save your people." She whispers into my head instead, munching on the meat set out before her.
"How long will I be there?" I rush, feeling the room begin to fade at the edges of my vision. My time with the moon goddess was almost up. I hear the woman whisper to the goddess, "My love, why must you punish me and stay in that form?" The goddess gets up and stretches before her pelt begins to ripple, a sign of the change, and my breath catches.
"Why did you forsake me? Why did you ask my father to kill the queen?" I rush out my two most pressing questions.
"I never left you my darling child, I've always been here." She assures through the bond.
"Is my father alive?" I whisper.
She doesn't answer and the room fades to black before her true form is revealed. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
When I open them again I'm in an unfamiliar room and there's a naked man in bed next to me. The queen's consort and his mouth is on my neck, sucking and nipping at sensitive flesh there.
He's a strangely beautiful man who smells intoxicatingly like pine needles and cinnamon. I realize with a start that my body is naked and pressed against his very hard flesh. I move to pull away and he turns dark green eyes on my face. I shiver and he smiles. He rolls over and pins me underneath him playfully, a predatory grin on his face.
"My love" he growls pressing my hands above my head as he licks again at my mate mark. I feel myself grow wet and blush deeply, evidence of our bond. If he notices he doesn't comment as he licks his way down my breasts. My nipples grow hard with arousal. I feel myself gasp and whimper with need I'd never experienced before. The mate bond was the most powerful magic in the world and I tried to struggle against it, reel back, but the arching of my chest just made him chuckle warmly in his throat.
"Patience my love." He chides playfully taking a nipple deep into his mouth. I could feel my whole body tingle and twitch. His tongue was sending little electrical currents up and down my skin. His hand shifted so that one of his much larger hands held both of mine pressed above my head while his other trailed languorously down my skin. He teasingly etched small circles with his thick powerful fingers until he reached my wet core.
I can hear myself panting and moaning beneath him like an out of body experience. A euphoric high. His index and middle finger tease my clit with soft circular motions while his mouth releases my pert nipple in favour of my other breast. He starts rubbing more vigorously and I realize I should object to this stranger using me like this but I can't seem to find my voice and in this reality he's not a stranger, he's my mate. The pleasure ripples over me like a powerful tide as I cum all over his hand. I can feel and hear him growl appreciatively through his chest. I ache for more.
He drops the other hand that was holding me down and releases my breast. I gasp and cry out at the loss of him but he grabs me unexpectedly. He lays down and pulls my pussy down on top of his face with a hungry growl. He starts to suckle and I hear him growl, "Ride my face with that pretty pussy my queen, my love and let me devour you whole".
And he does. He relentless suckles my clit while I grind against his open mouth until I come undone again on top of him and I can feel the pleasant vibration of his mouth against my pussy while he sucks me clean. I gasp when my orgasm rocks me again and he adds three of his thick fingers, one by one. They claw at the nerve bud inside and I whimper, my orgasm carrying over like a ricocheting tide, rocking me again and again. I lose myself in the feeling, and his face is drenched with my juices but we don't stop. He drinks deep of me like a faucet made just for his pleasure.
We keep going again and again until almost his whole fist is inside of me and then he pushes me off. I hear myself growl, angry to be torn from something that felt so right but he grips my throat with his soggy wet hand and presses me down into the soft mattress. A hungry look in his eye. Expressing dominance. I thrash against it, I was his queen, not his beta.
That's when I see his massive, throbbing cock and gasp. He suckles at the mating mark and I'm so stimulated I nearly cum right there. "I need you to lay very still, the first time I know it will be tight." He growls into my ear tenderly.
My... first time? My eyes widen as horror and realization strike me. This was going to hurt. I nearly start to claw at him to get away but the hand around my throat catches my arm and then my other and presses me against the bed. He starts to suck the mating mark again and whispers in my ear, "Do not fret my love, I will be gentle, you will not hurt."
I writhe under him, a mess of emotions. Somewhere lost in pleasure and in the throes of panic. I remembered my first time laying with Bricent and nearly cried out. It had been awful and brutal and painful. I tried to buck my legs but he held me down. The contact against his skin soothed my nerves slightly. The touch of him was like magic.
And then I felt the pressure between my legs. It wasn't painful really, just tight, as he slowly inched the monster he called a cock inside of me. It was a strange feeling, the tight pressure with the immediate pleasure of his sucking the mate bond. He thrust deeper and deeper inside until his full length was sheathed in my wet core. I realized with a start that it didn't hurt like Bricent had. My mate hadn't lied to me. He stayed very still for a long time before he started to gyrate his hips and I moaned at the feeling of his thick cock pressing against the sensitive nerves inside my core. He lightly growled with appreciation.
His mouth never left our mating mark but his hand dropped my arms and his fingers made their way to my clit. He began to massage my clit while swirling himself around inside of me. A few minutes later my body was wracked by a new kind of orgasm and I heard him gasp as I clenched down on his cock internally. He started to buck his hips and move himself in and out of me while I loudly cried out in the throes of pleasure.
He picked up the pace as my orgasm carried over into another and another. Each thrust, suckle and massage throwing me deeper into the abyss of pleasure. It felt like hours had passed. I whited out from the pleasure and then came back to myself to the booming claps of him pummelling my pussy with his beautiful cock. My body rippled underneath him, I was puddy in his experienced hands and he coaxed another orgasm out of me while he continued to thrust in and out of me relentlessly.
He stopped for half a heartbeat before throwing me onto his lap with a grin, "Ride me my queen, please don't stop." He commanded me for the first time in hours releasing my mating mark from his mouth. He watched me with appreciation as my chest bounced in his face and I found myself loving the feel of him. Urging me on, wanting to press deeper, he began to meet my thrusts and I whimpered on top of him before cumming again all over his cock. He growled appreciatively and then threw me down again. This time he spun me around and I was disoriented but he never once removed his cock from inside of me.
My face and body was pressed down into the bed. He moved my legs so that they were closely pressed together and then reached underneath me to grip my breasts. He whispered into my ear, "I'm going to cum inside of you my beautiful wolf." He nuzzled my neck and then I felt him deeper than ever before. His cock jammed against my g-spot relentlessly as I twitched and he massaged my breasts. His right hand shifted down to my clit as he started rubbing there again feverishly.
The thrusts echoed in the room like drumbeats and I felt myself orgasm again for what must've been the hundredth time. This time, however, his fangs dug into my neck and I felt him rut inside of me. His cock swelling up to ten times its size, filling me full of his potent semen. The mix of pain and pleasure overwhelmed my senses as I cried out in equal measures of pain and bliss. Tears dribbled down my cheeks. I panted under him. His fingers rubbed furiously at my clit, never stopping while I came undone over and over again on his swollen cock. Each time my pussy clenched he would jerk inside of me instinctually, the movement extending the bliss of the experience. My whole body tingled and ached.
I felt so full, so whole, so spent, so complete. I had never experienced such bliss, such fulfillment.
I was in so much trouble. I now understood the moon goddess's warning.