Amara and Rath's Tale
This story is rated for Readers Over 16 for sexual situations and violence
The months passed quickly. Our routine was established and we didn't vary it too much. The relationship between the villagers and the Wolf Demons, however, did change radically. One day, one of the she-wolves gave birth to a healthy baby boy, but the mother had started hemorrhaging and the wolves were helpless. This was not the first female that had been lost in childbirth. Her mate was distraught; they were a new couple and this was their first child. He didn't want to lose her. And he certainly didn't want to wait for her to bleed to death. He bundled her up and ran with her to the Village, to the healer. Franza gave the she-wolf herbs that coagulated blood and slowed down the bleeding. Then she packed her birth canal with more herbs, trying to stop the bleeding. After many hours and many herb packs and infusions, the bleeding finally stopped. The she-wolf would live. Her mate breathed a sigh of relief.
He stayed at his mate's side through the night and Franza stayed up with him. As they waited through the night, they learned about each other. The young wolf was named Gaele and his mate was Tela. It was the custom of the wolves to name their children using the letters of their two names, but this was to change. In honor of the healer who saved his mate, he decided to name his son Fran. When Tela woke the next morning, she agreed with her mate's choice of a name. After thanking Franza profusely, Gaele carried his mate back to the den and their new son.
After that event, everything changed. Now the wolf demons guarded the villagers along with the wolves. Haunches of deer and boar would appear in the town square, gifts from the demons. Soon the villagers were helping the demons in return. The women sewed new clothes for them and the men repaired the belts and boots. Hurt demons and wolves were brought to Franza, and the females now gave birth in her little house. Wolves and demons openly wandered the streets and many were known by name. The villagers would call out a hello and receive one in return.
Kadama called a town meeting, deciding that the village had grown enough to deserve a name. The villagers needed to decide on a proper name. Many names were offered, some using Amara's name, some with the word "wolf" in it, but finally they decided to call their village "Prospect" because now they had prospects, now they had a future. A sign was made for the town square and a huge feast was thrown. Humans, wolves and demons all celebrated life together.
Before I realized it, I turned thirteen. A few months later, my breasts started to form, becoming tiny buds instead of being completely flat. Kala noticed them first. We were at his spot and he was pulling his loincloth free, when he suddenly noticed them. They were not much; they barely showed through the blouse I was wearing. He stared at them, moaning softly, kneeling in front of me. He couldn't take his eyes off of my chest. I blushed under his stare and put my arms across my chest. He pleaded with me to let him touch them, his penis swelling without any help. I was afraid to let him and I was afraid not to. Finally, I began to unlace my blouse, as usual feeling that I was obligated to help my demons in any way that I could.
When the little swells were revealed, Kala pounced, holding me tightly to himself as he began to suck and lick at them, moaning constantly. The tiny nubs were so small he could barely suck them. His penis was rising without any help. He let himself drop onto his haunches and then picked me up, setting me on top of him, my legs draped over his hips. I could feel his hard shaft under my bottom, rubbing back and forth. I was getting very nervous -- how far was he going to go? And would he obey my commands if I tried to stop him? He sucked hard and my under-developed breasts were beginning to hurt. I tried to push his face away, but I couldn't move him. I panicked and screamed at him to stop. He dropped me immediately and moved away, his face flushed, his eyes pinpoints of desire. He was painfully erect. Kala stared at me, panting harshly, his whole body trembling with his need. I scooted away from him and tied the laces of my blouse tightly. He whimpered helplessly, knowing that he had gone too far.
For many minutes we stayed like that. I was afraid of him for the first time since I had bound him to me. He broke the silence first, gaining a little bit of control over his body. "Forgive me, My Lady."
I nodded, but said nothing. He didn't move towards me, afraid to scare me even more. Slowly he reached down and then began to stroke himself, closing his eyes, and bringing himself to his release quickly. Afterward, he tucked himself back in his clothing and stood up, offering me his hand to help me stand. I didn't take it and, with a look of utter despair, he left me sitting there.
I knew that this day was coming, but when it was far into the future and only a thought, it had not been as frightening. But today it had become all too real. And time was running out and I was terrified.
I went to the lake and sat down on its bank, trailing my feet in the cool water. I heard someone approaching and a moment later, Rath joined me. "Kala told me what happened. He is very frightened."
"He's not the only one."
"My Lady, neither of us would hurt you in any way. You must know that." Rath began. I said nothing, and he continued, "This is not what we want, to be needing a child like this, but your power has forced us to do this."
"I know." I turned to face him, "I understand all that. I know it is not your fault, but I can't help being scared. You two are so powerful and strong, and I am only a human girl."
"With the power over both of us. Do you think that a normal human girl could have stopped Kala from taking you? Yet the moment you told him to stop, he did." Rath sighed and stared at the water for a moment, "I promise I will be the first to take you and I will be as gentle as I can. And I will wait as long as I can but I don't know what is going to happen when you get your first blood. I have a feeling I will not be able to control myself."
"I have that feeling too. I don't want to be afraid of either of you, especially not of you, Rath. You have always protected me and listened to me." Suddenly, tears began to trickle down my face and Rath slipped an arm around my shoulders, "Every day I wish I didn't have this power. But if I didn't, I would be dead and so would the villagers. Prospect would not exist."
For a long time we sat there in silence, his arm still protectively around my shoulders. The sun passed overhead and then started its downward arc towards night. Rath was nearing his time, but he made no move. "It's alright, Rath. I know you need to." I said softly.
He kissed the top of my head and opened his silks, just a little this time, only enough to bring out his shaft. He began to stroke it and I watched him, trying to force myself not to be afraid. But someday, much sooner than I wanted, that hard, swollen thing would be forced into my body and the white semen that spurted from it would instead be pumped into me. It was very hard not to be afraid.
After he washed, we made our way back home. I suddenly realized that I was famished, having missed lunch completely. Kala was on the porch and scurried to his feet when we approached. For a second I thought he was going to grovel at my feet but thankfully he didn't. He moved aside so that I could pass. Inside, my meal was already set out. Kala had never done that before and I knew that he was trying desperately to make up for what he had done. I thanked him and his eyes brightened.
After a silent dinner, I took care of the dishes while Rath brought out the books. He was teaching me to read and write. I'm not sure where he got the books, paper, pen and ink, but one day he appeared with them. Kala often sat in on the lessons, not knowing how to read or write either. For an hour or two each night we would learn from Rath. I wondered what his background was that he was so cultured and learned, but he never offered any bit of information.
That night, Kala did not sleep pressed against me for the first time. He was afraid to touch me. I knew that he was miserable, but I couldn't bring myself to make the first move. I dreaded tomorrow, but my fear proved unfounded. Kala just relieved himself as quickly as possible, without touching me at all.