Slowly she felt his girth open up her rear canal as he slid his way into her, and now she knew there was no stopping him. This was the need of the animal in him, pure animal, pure beast, pure arousal. Sexual energy in its most dominant form, and she could feel it in herself too as the wetness poured out of her slit like a tap had opened up. For a moment she wondered if they were both animals again, but she could see her boobs hanging down as she hunched her back and looked down. She could see Caleb’s heavy balls behind her, full with his seed—seed that he was going to pour into her rear.
And then she understood.
This wasn’t the animal in them.
This was the human in them.
Human fear. Human logic. Human reason.
The animals in them wanted to make a baby, but the humans in them were still too scared. Too scared of that strange promise. Still afraid of this thing called the Darkness even though they knew it was a part of them, would always be a part of them.
Which meant they were still afraid of themselves in a way. Afraid of what it would mean to accept their fate, accept each other as mates, accept that they were destined not just to be together but to have a child together.
Because what would having a child together mean when I hated being a child and Caleb hated one of his parents, hated himself for being too small, too weak, too young to take control?
She felt her fox move inside her as the thoughts built to a roar in her head, like that bubbling brook was turning into a waterfall. A promise to deliver her first-born to the Darkness? What did that really mean? It had always sounded a bit hokey, a bit like a fairy tale, a bit made-up. The Darkness wasn’t going to manifest itself as a monster with ten heads and fifty arms, all its mouths grinning as it snatched her newborn from her breast and ran off giggling into some dark vortex! The Darkness was a necessary part of the universe, a fundamental part of her, a core part of them both. The Darkness was her animal, was both their animals! So the promise of a new-born as payment was a promise to their own animals, wasn’t it?! A promise that the humans in them had been fighting their entire lives, perhaps without even realizing it!
Magda almost cried as the realization hit her so hard it hurt. The answer had been right there in front of her, straightforward and obvious, clear and concise. But the human in her had twisted it around, made it about some kind of mythical deal with a demon or evil power when it was just her and her animal fighting for control over her identity, her sly fox trying to balance its simple, primal needs with the complicated fears of the woman she was.
A woman who hated her childhood.
Destined to be with a man who hated his father.
“Ohmygod, that’s it,” she groaned out loud as she felt Caleb begin to pump into her, his grip on her neck tightening as his girth pushed against her inner walls to where she could barely speak. “Caleb, that’s it! We’re both just afraid of becoming what we hated most, feared most, dreaded most! Deep down I’m terrified of having a child that might have to go through what I went through. And you’re terrified of becoming a father! Those are human fears, Caleb. The animals in us don’t get twisted and turned around because they are all instinct, all primal, the need to reproduce clear and innocent and without prejudice or complication. They’ve been exasperated for decades as they tried to bring us together, and their needs to have us mate finally brought us back to this place. A place where the animal energy is so strong and raw that we can’t deny the need to have a child—a need that’s pure and innocent. The deal was with ourselves, Caleb! The promise of a first-born is to our own animals! Caleb? Caleb?! Caleb?!”
18
Caleb! Caleb! Caleb!
The voice came through to him like it was coming from a million miles away, through a tunnel of dark matter, where space and time were rolled up in one, his past and present, his animal and his human, his father and himself.
Am I destined to become my father, Caleb wondered through the haze of arousal as he watched himself slowly enter his mate from behind, his thick, heavy cock parting her smooth rear globes down the middle as she groaned and tightened. She tried to turn her head, but he held her firmly by the neck as he pushed himself all the way deep into her. He didn’t want her to look at him. He was afraid of what she’d see: A man who was all wolf, all rage, all disorder and chaos. A man with no control, who hated his woman and hated his child. A man who didn’t deserve to have a child, couldn’t be trusted with a mate, couldn’t trust himself to have a family.
“Caleb!” came her voice again, but he was too far gone to understand what was happening. All he could feel was his teeth biting into his own lips, drawing blood. It tasted sweet, and he pumped his hips as hard as he could, as if his climax was the only goal, raw sex, a release that would end the madness and confusion. Perhaps he’d gone feral. Perhaps he’d gone insane. Perhaps his father’s spirit had been haunting him for decades. Perhaps his own wolf had betrayed him. Who the hell knew. Who the hell cared. He just had to finish.
Dark clouds were merging overhead as Caleb gritted his teeth and held his mate down. He’d lost control of himself, and the only thing that felt good was to use his primal strength to control his woman, use his woman, use her for pure carnal pleasure. He leaned his head back and howled in ecstasy as he felt his wolf howl with him. But the animal in him was howling in anguish, like it was in pain, like it was trying to pull him back, pull him out, say something to him.
Forgive him, whispered his wolf from somewhere deep inside. And forgive yourself.
“How can I forgive myself for killing my own father?!” Caleb roared as he felt the skies go black over his head, heavy raindrops beginning to fall through the swaying branches.
Not for killing him, replied his wolf. You didn’t kill him—I did. You need to forgive yourself for LOVING him! You need to forgive that angry boy for loving his father even though he hated him. That is the paradox of family, a paradox that only humans have to deal with because of their overdeveloped brains and finely tuned emotions. As an animal I am not burdened with such complex, conflicting emotions. I care about survival and reproduction, and anything that gets in the way must be destroyed. The wolf was my father too, but I killed him without remorse because he threatened our survival. That is the blessing of the Darkness, Caleb. Single-minded purpose. No regrets. Just like an animal feels no remorse when it kills for food or survival or to claim a mate from a rival. Emotions are the battleground of the human, and you have to win that battle if we are to seize our destiny. You understand, Soldier? You want to face the Darkness on the battlefield? Well, you got your wish. YOU are the battlefield. The man in you. I fought for you when the man was just a boy, did what I needed to do for our survival. Now the man needs to fight the battle that the animal cannot fight for him. The battle between conflicting emotions. The war to reconcile love and hate, pain and pleasure, guilt and duty. Understand that pain can bring pleasure. Realize that guilt can go hand in hand with duty. Accept that you can love what you hate.
And then take our mate.
Seize our fate.
Caleb shouted as the clouds burst open with a thundercrack so loud it almost blew his eardrums out, the dark skies sending pellets of rain down on him like bullets. He pulled out of Magda, groaning from the effort it took to stop himself from coming. His body was shaking, and his mind felt like it had cracked open just like those thunderclouds. He wasn’t sure if he was laughing or sobbing, and it was only when he saw Magda turn to him, her face streaked with tears even as she smiled, that he realized he was doing both. It had all rolled into one, he realized as their tears mixed with the rain. Happiness and despair, pain and pleasure, sorrow and delight, guilt and duty, choice and fate, darkness and light, animal and human, man and woman.
“What’s happening?” he muttered, blinking as the rain washed over their naked bodies. “What’s happening, Magda?”
“Magic,” she whispered, wiping his mouth
with her hand and looking up at him. With her other hand she slowly gripped his cock, rubbing it back and forth as the rainwater washed it clean. “Magic, fate, and the climax of our story.”
“The climax?” he said, grinning as he leaned in and kissed her lips . . . kissed them gently, carefully, with love. Human love. The love of a man for a woman. “Well, why didn’t you say so. Here we go, witch. Here comes your wolf.”
And he pulled her hand away and pushed her slowly down onto her back as the rain poured down on them. He gently spread her thighs, fingering her until he felt the thick juices of her feminine wetness flow down his hand as she spread for him. Finally, without hesitation, without doubt, without fear, he pushed himself into her, looking her deep in the eyes as he pressed his hard body down on her soft curves.
“I love you, Magda,” he whispered as he felt her warmth envelop him while the cool raindrops bounced off his shoulders and back. “And I’m going to love and protect our children. Our family. The family we were meant to have.”
And as she whispered the words back to him, he came. He came like a man, the wolf inside him letting out a low, wailing howl that was a battle cry of victory, letting the universe know that the boy was now a man, a man all the way through, in control of his emotions, in command of his destiny.
A man facing his fate.
An animal claiming its mate.
19
She felt his seed blast into her depths like a volcano but in slow motion, like she could sense every ounce of it flowing through her feminine valley, slow and deliberate even though his power made it hard for her to breathe. She could barely see straight, but somehow she kept her eyes locked on his deep blue gaze as the rain poured down on them like it was washing them clean, washing away their doubts, their fears, erasing the past, heralding the future.
“I love you,” she whispered when she heard Caleb say the words, and she felt her fox scream in delight as it experienced the joy of human love, the depth and complexity of the most basic of human emotions, perhaps the foundation of all human emotion. “I love you, Caleb. The man and the wolf. All of you.”
All of you, she thought as she felt him seize up inside her, flexing his throbbing manhood as she felt the walls of her vagina being forced outwards as he filled all of her with all of him. She spread her thighs wide, bringing her legs up and then clamping them tight around his muscular ass as he drove deeper into her, pushing out more of his hot seed even as she swore she was already overflowing.
They came together for what seemed like hours, and it might have been hours, because when he finally collapsed on top of her, the weight of his body feeling wonderful against her curves, she looked up and saw that the sky was bright blue, the rain was gone, the birds were singing, the animals of the forest out and about as they sniffed the rain-soaked Earth.
Magda stayed in that embrace with her mate, her legs still firmly locked around him, his cock still inside her. She listened to the sounds of the forest, her smile breaking wide when she realized that the animals were welcoming the new arrivals, the fox and its mate, the man and the woman, the witch and the wolf.
“I wish we could just stay here forever,” Magda whispered as she felt her fox roll around inside her, a bundle of pure red joy, absolute ecstasy, reveling in the beauty of the moment. It had just been claimed by its mate, and all around them was open forest. It was in fox-heaven! No wonder it wanted to come back here to this place!
“We are going to stay here forever,” said Caleb without a moment’s hesitation. He raised his head, and she could see his wolf alive and alert behind those midnight blue eyes. It had been taking in the sounds and scents of the open forest, listening to the other animals singing their welcome songs, reveling in the feeling of having just claimed its mate out in the wild. It was in heaven too. It didn’t want to leave either.
Magda sighed, closing her eyes and trying to push away the thoughts of all that was going on in the world outside. It seemed so far away, like it didn’t matter anymore. She felt so peaceful, so complete, so fulfilled that she almost choked.
Perhaps this is the end of our story, she thought as she felt her fox yip in agreement. And the beginning of our fairytale. Our happily ever after.
Now you’re getting it, honey, whispered her fox. We have everything we need here. With the wolf by our side, we’re the Queen of the Black Forest! His seed is already in us, and he will protect us with his life. We have nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to do but live free like how it’s supposed to be! Hunt, mate, and howl with our wolf! Now you’re getting it! You can thank me later. Or now. Thank me now, actually.
Magda giggled as she listened to her fox jabber away like she’d never heard it before. She could tell it was overflowing with excitement, and she closed her eyes and mouthed a silent “Thank You” to her animal. She looked up at Caleb, and immediately she could tell that his wolf was whispering the same thing to him, and it was only then that she felt a strange chill underlying the warm glow that had enveloped them thus far.
“You mean that?” she said softly, not sure if she was scared or delighted. “That we’re going to stay here forever?”
“Yes,” Caleb said, his jaw tightening, his eyes narrowing. She could see the man in him pushing away the thought that he needed to go back to the real world, take what they’d learned about the Darkness and somehow use it to help his crew fight the battle that was brewing in the outside world. But the wolf in him was clamping down, flatly denying any notion of leaving the safety of the forest. Its seed was in its mate, and now nothing else mattered but the safety of his mate until she gave birth. “The others don’t need us. Adam can handle his father the Black Dragon. And John has the entire U.S. military at his disposal. They don’t need us. Our children are going to need us, and that’s that. This is our home now, Magda. This is where we were meant to be. In the forest, our animals running free, our children growing up with full acceptance of who they are. This is our fate. This is our forever. End of story.”
20
ONE YEAR LATER
Is this the end of our story, Caleb wondered as he sat on his haunches, naked and bronzed from the sun, his hair long and wild, a heavy brown beard covering his jawline. He smiled as he watched Magda sitting cross-legged beneath the shade of a moss-covered tree, her breasts full with milk as their seven pups fought for access to her big round nipples.
“Stop it!” Magda yelped as one of the babies pushed its sister away and clamped its sharp little baby-teeth around Mama’s nipple and began to suckle like it wanted to drink her dry. “You have to learn to share! There’s enough for everyone, you hear!” She looked up at Caleb, one eyebrow raised, her round face glowing with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “Are you going to do something or just sit there?”
Caleb sighed, shrugged, and then with a wolfish grin leapt up from the boulder on which he’d been resting his naked ass. A second later he was right there beside his brood, swiftly pulling his seven babies away from Magda’s body and sending them tumbling into the soft grass as they giggled and squealed in delight at being manhandled by Daddy.
“If you can’t learn to share, then none of you gets any,” growled Caleb, sternly looking at his seven pups, three boys and four girls, some with blue eyes, some with brown, all of them a beautiful combination of mother and father, Magda and Caleb, fox and wolf. “Besides, I’m the head of this family, which means I get to drink first.”
His cock burst into full hardness as he gathered his mate’s heavy breasts in his hands, squeezing so hard she squealed in shock. A moment later his lips were closed tight on her right nipple, and he sucked hard as he felt her warm milk flow into him.
“Stop it, you pervert!” she gasped, grabbing his long hair and yanking his head away from her boob. “Our kids are watching!”
“Good. Then they’ll understand that they need to wait until Daddy gets his fill of Momm
y,” said Caleb, grinning wide and licking his lips as he felt her sticky milk coat his thick beard. “That’s the law of the jungle, rules of the forest, way of the woods.”
Magda leaned back on her arms as Caleb massaged her breasts, his arousal growing as he felt her nipples harden while he pinched and pulled at her. She was naked, her dark triangle thick and beautiful as she slowly parted her thighs to reveal her wet slit that looked like a red smile. They hadn’t worn clothes for a year now, and already they’d made love a hundred times with the babies around. The separation between human and animal had all but dissolved, and they Changed back and forth at will, almost unconsciously, the fox and the wolf racing through the forest as they hunted, claiming their prey quickly and efficiently, taking just enough for food and nothing more, as was the way of the woods, the rule of life. Emotions like shame and regret weren’t even a memory for them, they were so at one with their animals, with the forest, with each other, and Caleb could think of nothing more than satisfying his wolf’s basic needs to mate, hunt, and protect its young.
“Speaking of wood,” Magda whispered, her eyes shining with arousal as she reached down and gripped her mate’s cock firmly around the shaft. Her fingers didn’t even go all the way around, he was so thick and swollen, and Caleb arched his neck back and groaned as she gently began to jerk him back and forth. “We should take care of this wood for Daddy Wolf, don’t you think?”
“I can’t think,” Caleb muttered, his eyes rolling up in his head. He licked his lips, the sweet taste of his mate’s milk heightening his arousal as he tweaked her nipples and felt her warm cream ooze through his fingers. “I need another drink to clear my head. Come here. Stick your boobs out.”
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