Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Alexei
I feel her pussy gripping me with those contractions that tell me she is already starting to come. She’s so damn tight, and so ready to go off, all it takes is a series of swift slaps to her pussy as I plow her deep and hard.
She’s coming hard, she’s writhing and wailing, she’s pushing back against me, and she’s crying out at the top of her lungs, forgetting that we’re not alone on the plane. There’s no such thing as modesty when an alpha female is being mated.
My cock is deep inside her tight little hole. This mating is finally happening, and there’s no way to stop it. I am going to come inside her. I am going to give her my seed, and she is going to orgasm for me so damn hard she loses herself as she has never lost herself before.
“Fuck! Alexei!” She screams my name as she sets me off, my cock swelling to several times its size at the base, forming the knot designed to ensure that the mating is successful. She is trapped on my cock right now, or would be, if not for the fact that she is also undergoing an incredible transformation of her own.
I grab her and I slide her down to the floor. Coming to my senses, I remember why I didn’t want to do this here or now, why it was such a terrible idea.
She-wolves of our kind don’t experience their first shift until they are mated by their fated mates. But this means she is turning here and now. Right in the cabin. Her body is breaking in ways that are transformative and terrible. There is nothing nice about the first time a wolf shifts. There is pain—agony. Bones are snapping. Her cells are rapidly dying and multiplying in different ways. She’s losing herself, and she’s finding a new self.
It’s not a pleasant experience. It is painful and it is frightening, and normally there would be preparation and discussions and a safe place to do it… and if I had just resisted our mutual needs then that would all have happened. Instead, she is undergoing an emergency of self hundreds of thousands of feet in the air.
I have never seen this process before. Shifting, yes, but I grew up knowing how to shift. Some males are born as whelps. For others, the onset of shifting starts at puberty. For it to happen as an adult is a terrible, terrible thing.
She is begging me for help, though she cannot form words in this moment. Her mouth is moving from human to animal. Her vocal cords are failing her. She is losing the ability to speak. Her cries pierce my ears as I do the only thing I can do… take my wolf form and attempt to comfort her, animal to animal.
I have never shifted in a plane before. My wolf form is much larger than my human form, and the same is true of hers. That means there is not much room left in our section of the cabin with the both of us shifted between the chairs.
I lick her face in an attempt to calm her down, soothing her with grooming as the change starts to slow a little. She’s a very beautiful wolf, small and elegant with wild-flecked fur and blue eyes. Her wolf scent is intoxicating and satisfying. It tells me that she is mine.
After a few minutes of being comforted, she starts to perk up a little. I know she is still in pain, but following the first shift there’s a flood of endorphins and dopamine that make a wolf feel very, very good. The agony of the breaking of one form and the becoming of another has to have some kind of upside.
She gets up cautiously, finding herself unsteady on four paws, but a moment later she’s bounding around, knocking glasses over, slamming into the chairs, and breaking absolutely anything breakable in the process. This is significantly worse than the problems we had before. Before, I was worried about her suffering. Now I am worried about the plane staying intact.
She manages to crack the interior window by slamming into it like a wild thing. Even as a beast, she should have some sense, but apparently she has absolutely none. She is acting like a panicked animal—and that is because she is a panicked animal.
It’s not just her first shift affecting her. It’s the fact that she’s deeply upset after all that has happened. The loss of her mother, and now the loss of her friends are two sets of serious traumas. The animal side of her knows that in a way that her human mind probably refuses to acknowledge. Shifters cannot keep their emotions pent up for long. They get expressed in these wild animal moments.