Free Big Bad Wolf by Michelle Marquis

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Prologue
     
    Middle America, 8,000 B.C.
     
    Amana, the alpha female, was in heat and the three primary males, Vulcan, Gregor and Saul were preparing to attend to her. Vulcan carried her in his arms to the banks of the waterfall where the ceremonial mating always occurred. Her lush body lay in his arms, wriggling and twisting, desperate to be taken. Her long brown hair hung over Vulcan’s forearm looking like woven silk. Long graceful arms encircled Vulcan’s neck as Amana murmured her needs in their very ancient tongue.
    She was an older female who had mated and given birth many times before. Her body whispered the proud testimony of her achievement with fleshy round hips and large hanging breasts. For Gregor she was the epitome of life itself, so shockingly sensual and full of sexual need he couldn’t think of anything else but being inside her. His want was breaking him down, reducing his desire to an elixir of pure animal magic. Gregor had to take her before he lost his mind.
    Vulcan went down on one knee and laid Amana on the soggy bank. She rewarded him with a hungry, decadent kiss and Gregor’s desperation to have her burned even higher. Amana opened her legs and sighed as Vulcan dipped his long tongue into her drenched folds. The male’s tongue laved deeply, disappearing into her body only to reappear again and tickle the swollen clit. The beautiful pale skin on her thighs trembled as she bucked up to meet Vulcan’s tender licks. Fingers dug into the rich dark earth and Amana leaned her head back and howled to the sky as the first orgasm took her. Her body convulsed and a thick covering of silver hair sprouted from every follicle. Lost in her change, Amana rolled from her back to her belly. She lifted herself up, taking her position on all fours just as the change concluded, leaving her in the form of a large Dire Wolf bitch.
    Forgetting himself Gregor pushed past Vulcan so he could get closer to Amana. Vulcan glared at him but his friend’s objection was forgotten as Gregor too began to change. Amana’s scent devoured Gregor, filling his mind and heart with a frantic passion. In a flash of confusion, Gregor watched the world blink out from color to detailed shades of black and white and he knew Amana’s mating scent had caused him to transform without even willing himself to. When his change was complete, his desire grew even more painful. His cock swelled to almost twice its normal size.
    Amana was ready, offering herself to the first male to mount her. Vulcan came around behind her, his cock fully extended and his long tongue lolling out of the side of his muzzle. But Gregor wasn’t about to let any other male have this bewitching female first. Snarling angrily, he launched himself at Vulcan knocking the older male on his side. They fought for a few moments until Vulcan averted his gaze and backed off. He would get his turn when Gregor was sated.
    Gregor took his place behind Amana who was now so desperate to be filled she was whining softly. Mounting her, he plunged his aching cock into her liquid fire and drowned in the most amazing pleasure he’d ever known. Amana’s body yielded to him, massaging his rod as he pushed into the very center of her core. Sweet ecstasy flooded every nerve as his lust swelled even larger inside her. Their intimate joining grew more intense as her pussy rippled along his shaft in her second climax.
    A spike of bliss roared through Gregor as he emptied his essence into his lover. Amana wiggled against him, panting. For several minutes they remained connected as his seed filled the fertile soil of her womb. With his cock still buried in her, Amana continued to have tiny orgasms, her pussy massaging and teasing his cock until he climaxed two more times. Then the swelling in his rod subsided and he slipped from her inviting warmth.
    As he rested, Gregor watched Amana’s beautiful face as Vulcan and then Saul mounted her. Never had he seen anything so