Guardian Wolf Ch. 02

Rachel's eyes widened considerably and spun on James to see him gesturing to Chloe with his hand to cut that last comment. He noticed he was busted but still tried to play it off by coughing and running his guilty hand through his long hair. He had to turn his eyes away from her as his face turned almost burgundy.

"No. We haven't gotten that far in our conversations...yet! It is great to meet you. I hope we can talk some more and maybe you can fill in some of the gaps James has failed to fill in."

Chloe turned a critical eye on James. "James Arthur Wolfe. Have you been keeping secrets from her? How come she knows so little? You have had weeks and weeks to fill her in on these things."

James couldn't bring his eyes to meet her glare. He offered a pathetic reply and apology, "I know granny. It's my fault. I chickened out until today and only after Marcus nearly dragged me to it. My shyness got the better of me."

Rachel had to giggle at this. The James Wolfe she had known today had been anything but shy. He had been confident and damn well straight forward with her.

A voice was heard behind the other Fates, "you better hope she doesn't kick the crap out you after you complete the Rites." Lacey turned and bullied her way to the head of the group.

"Hi sweetie. I'm Lachesis. But you may call me Grandma Lacey. I know James is really book smart and a damn near genius in his own right, but sometimes he is dumber that a box of shit when it comes to social interaction."

Rachel broke up in a fit of laughter at James's expense as she watched him hide his face completely in his long hair to cover further embarrassment. She liked all three of the elderly women, but she loved Lacey immediately. She had a personality that was very much akin to her own.

Lacey suddenly lowered her head so no one else could hear, "You have seen his cock already dear, haven't you? Be warned. You are in for the fucking of your life tonight. James has the stamina of an ox and in werewolf form...well...let's just hope all those gymnastic lessons and flexibility come in handy."

It was Rachel's turn for embarrassment. She had to hide her head as the blood had a hard time deciding which direction to take...fill her face...or fill her pussy. It seems her pussy won out. She could feel the moistness start and felt a small string of arousal start the long journey down the inside of her thigh. Fuck! She forgot she didn't have panties on!

"Lacey! What are you telling her now? Don't embarrass or scare the poor dear. This is as much her celebration as it is James." Atty rebuked gently.

James suddenly sniffed the air and turned to catch Rachel's eyes. She was on the verge of tears she was so embarrassed. He quickly wrapped his arms around her and cradled her gently as he covertly placed a finger between her thighs to catch the creamy river of arousal that was trying to make itself known to everyone around them. He brought the finger coated in her delicious honey to his mouth and sucked it lewdly. Rachel shuddered in sudden heat as she felt his touch on her bare skin. He wasn't helping her at all, in fact he was making in much, much worse. She reached up to capture his lips in a scorching kiss that left both of them breathless and their audience in mild shock. If she was going to be embarrassed and aroused, she was taking him along for the ride. Instantly she felt the front of his robe rise as his member made itself known to anyone who cared to notice.

"Um! I think it's time to get this ceremony started before these two get completely out of hand and start rutting right here in front of us." Lacey said with a laugh.

"Lacey!" Atty and Chloe screamed in chorus.

Atty just sighed, "Can't help it now. Come on you two. James try and control that damn thing. You might scare the younglings with that beast." She tried to hide a smile of her own from her sisters and failed miserably. The other two just looked at each other and snickered.

Rachel finally released James to gather some much needed oxygen. She turned around abruptly and grabbed a hold of her favorite toy and led James to the next room like a puppy on a string. James had no choice but to follow like a good boy. At least Rachel was trying to be discrete and hide him from the others. Once they were in the center of the family room and they were inside a large ornate circle inlaid into the fine oak flooring, the Fates ushered in the rest of the immediate family. Rachel could see her parents come in. They offered her a quick wave which she returned with her free hand. There was no way she was letting go of James or his manhood at the moment. She had something planned for him.

Atty noticed the position of Rachel's hand and quietly whispered in her ear, "Rachel dear. If you value that lovely elfin gown, I would suggest you take it off. I notice how primed James and his...er....pump is. Take it from someone with millennia of experience sweetie. You can't get werewolf cum out of silk, elfin or otherwise. There isn't a cleanser in this world or any other that will get it out. Trust me I've looked. Believe me. No one here, including your parents, is a stranger to nudity. They will not look down on you if you are naked; in fact, things will actually go much easier for both of you. Sexual release during the Rites is actually encouraged between mates. It will only help in deepening your bond. Trust him love. Trust yourself. Let yourself go."

Rachel slowly turned and looked at James and got lost in his eyes. This was their moment and to them, there was no one else in that room but each other. Rachel slowly released her hold on James's cock and removed her dress to reveal the creamy skin and near raven locks that fell down her back like a waterfall. The dress crumpled to the ground and was quickly removed by an unseen hand. She moved and slowly removed the robe from James's broad shoulders. They would not, could not hide from each other. Theirs was a bond that was deeper than skin...deeper than muscle, sinew, and bone. Theirs was a bond that was soul deep; their souls were bound together with the thread of eternity. The two lovers looked upon each other with eyes only for the other. No one else mattered at this moment. As the two gazed continually at each other, the Fates began the ceremony. They circled themselves around the lovers, briefly breaking the view from family and friends. As always, Atty was mouthpiece while the others were thrown into a trance to channel their energies into the ceremony.

"As was prophesied 18 years past, the lovers have found each other anew. Let Mother Luna see and bear witness during this night, the night of Ascension. Upon this night these two are officially bound to each other. They will forsake all others and will help and support each other in all things. This night we release the physical bonds placed on James. Let his true form be known to all that seek it. Let his true self be known to all that know him. Let him take his mate as he was destined to and let their love be a beacon to the entire clan. The Alpha apparent has found his mate. Now let our Alpha guide his mate to find her true self, her inner wolf. She is hidden deep within Rachel. It is time to find her and release her. It is time for both of you to accept the change."

With these last words uttered. Rachel and James began to feel an overwhelming burning in their loins. Their tattoos began to shine brightly. James and Rachel instinctively brought their hands to each other's sex and began to pleasure each other. Rachel grabbed and began to stroke James vigorously as James buried two fingers in her dripping snatch and guided his thumb to stroke against her clitoris; their moans were lost in a low hum as the sacred circle began to glow and emit a column of light that engulfed the pair. This light was concentrated moon light gathered and stored from each full moon, kept within the seal of sacred markings engraved in the circle and used to bring about the final change. James immediately felt its effects as he shifted to his full werewolf size. His black form was massive. His already impressive 6'7" was exaggerated to an overwhelming 9'5". James had to bend his knees a little to keep in contact with Rachel's sex. His muscles bulged and enlarged as he felt the light of Luna wash over him.

Rachel felt the fingers buried within her pussy begin to lengthen and gather fur; she thought she should feel terrified, but the thought of his talons gently massaging her tight channel excited her as his massive thumb strummed her love button like a well tuned guitar. She was further amazed as she watched James's cock lengthen and enlarge. He was positively massive. Her tiny hand could not fully encompass his girth. She brought her second hand to aid its companion in pleasure as she increased the length of her strokes. James began to buck and move his hips as he fucked her hands. They both began to pant and moan in unison as they felt the effect of their orgasms begin.

They moved at a blinding speed. James was thrashing and hammering his fingers inside Rachel as she fucked his hand, his talons never breaking the seal of her innocence as they were loss in pleasure. Rachel's hands moved in a blur as she tried to bring her lover his release as she sought her own. She relished the sheer heady feeling as James used her hands for his own pleasure, burying his cock in her hands again and again. Her fingers mimicking her own vaginal walls as his sticky precum oozed and coated her hands. James gave one last massive thrust and with a howl of complete lust he released. Copious amounts of seminal fluid began to coat her hands; the succeeding thrusts sent strong streams of lust to coat and paint her breasts and stomach. As his orgasm crested, James lowered his massive frame and sank his fangs deep in Rachel's flesh between her throat and left shoulder.

The mixture of pain and lust sent Rachel careening over the edge of the most mind blowing orgasm she could ever imagine. Her love began to spray out of her pussy, coating James's legs, his feet, and the floor beneath. Fireworks and explosions were assaulting her visual cortex, the visions she was seeing were so intense and moving so fast her conscious mind could not comprehend the blur of images that were now racing through her mind like a movie in fast forward. Her poor mind could take no more and she sank to her knees, her grip still securely wrapped around her lover's cock. The directed stream continued to paint Rachel on her face, eyes, cheek; stream after stream blasted from an infinite reservoir within the massive sack of her beastly lover. Her senses could no longer catalog these new sensations as the musky sent of James and the feeling of hot love splash over her skin interrupted her nervous system and sent her blacking out in orgasmic bliss.

As Rachel fell over backwards, James was forced to his knees, the last remnants of an orgasm so strong it removed every ounce of his soul on to his lover. He gasped a final groan of ecstasy and collapsed naked and breathing heavily next to his mate. His last conscious act was to gather his Rachel into his arms as his human form returned. He gathered her into his massive chest and cuddled her unconscious form. The combined fluids of their lust coating him; he nestled her lovingly in the warmth of his body. Both were quickly sound asleep breathing normally with no concern as to the audience that continued to look on at the sleeping pair covered in their own lust.

"For Luna's sake! Someone grab a blanket to cover them at least," Robert said as he found his voice.

Maggie rushed to grab a large blanket and draped it over the lovers. Her heart went out to James and her new daughter-in-law as her eyes took in the horrendous mess these two had created between them. Good Gods! To think so much came out of her own son. She knew he was big, but hell! It is a good thing Rachel was not in heat, she would be pregnant for sure; even without penetration, the sheer volume of baby batter could have impregnated a whole platoon of Rachel's. Maggie patted herself on the back for removing Rachel's dress before the ceremony. The thing would have been nothing more than an expensive rag after such a display of lust. She just shook her head and laughed silently as she eyed the sticky pair, asleep and in love, oblivious to the puddles in which they slept.

She left herself a mental note to give that blanket a thorough scrubbing after tonight. The omega's who kept this room spotless would be less than pleased with the mixture of sexual fluids now coating and drying beneath them. Let them sleep a while. They deserved it. She smiled a wicked grin at her husband with a mixture of lust and mischief in her eyes. Robert gave her a knowing smile. If James and Rachel were anything like they were, they were in for a long, long night. They would need their energy.

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The parents left their children in peace as they made their way outside to the backyard. The guys checked the barbeque and the large amounts of meat now smoking inside the massive chambers filled with hickory and charcoal. It took a lot of food to keep a hungry pack fed at one of these parties. Robert and Brian always insisted on barbequing their own meat instead of deferring their secrets to another. They had their own way of doing things and they trusted no one but themselves to get it right. The women busied themselves with the assorted salads and breads they would serve. The rule was simple among the pack; everyone bring something to share. It was a simple potluck style meal. After years of eating together, members of the pack had naturally become accustomed to their assignments and anticipated what they were to bring and how much was needed to feed everyone. One thing was for sure, no one ever went away hungry from one of their parties. More than not, most would be content to head back home content and stuffed for the next day. Any leftovers were immediately dispersed to the several guard stations strategically placed around the compound; the guards were always thankful for the extra food. Nothing beat the Wolfe's barbeque. Luckily, there were always plenty of leftovers.

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Rachel woke up with a slight headache. Her mind was still trying to gather itself from the depths of the orgasm to end all orgasms. She never would have believed an orgasm could be so intense, so enjoyable, you could black out from it. She felt warm and sticky as she found her head buried in James's massive chest. Something was different. James was different. His muscle tone was much larger and more defined. His arms and biceps resembled tree trunks and his pectoral muscles were steel in definition. Her hand followed down his massive chest to count...2...4...6...8 defined abdominal muscles. He had an 8 pack...yummy! Her hand continued its treacherous path south as her hand found the treasure of her desire and wrapped a small hound around his still impressive girth. She began to stroke him rigid when he spoke softly with his eyes still closed.

"Again baby! You keep playing with the fire you are going to get burned. You continually like to test the waters of my restraint. I must admit, you are reaching towards shallow depths. You keep going, I cannot be held accountable for my actions. I will take you. I will ravish you. I will bury my cock deep in your fuck box and make you scream my name!"

Rachel could only moan at the visual canvas James want painting. She wanted this. She needed to be taken, to be owned. But James had other ideas. He wanted their first time to be special. Only then would he give in to their mutual wanting. James kissed her gently and reaching around her small frame, he picked her up as if she were nothing more than a small kitten. He wrapped the blanket coated in their desires and covered their bodies in a mocking attempt at modesty. In a blinding rush of speed, he rushed them to the room Rachel had occupied only two hours before. He locked the door behind him, ensuring they would not be disturbed. He looked at the king bed in the center of the room, seriously contemplating an appetizer before dinner but decided they needed to get ready. They had a party to go to. He walked them into the bathroom and it was only when they saw their image in the full length mirror, did they fully comprehend the absurdity of their appearances.

Rachel was literally coated in cum. James had blasted every square inch from her face to her torso. There was cum in her hair, her face was coated from forehead to chin. James was likewise coated in a mocking of a snow angel. A near perfect silhouette of Rachel was plastered on his torso. They broke down in fits of laughter. They looked fucking insane. Dear Luna! Had their orgasms been that intense they had done this? They took one last look at each other and in unison thought.

Cum Angel!

They looked at each other and broke up in fresh gales of laughter, their sides aching and their faces streaming in tears of near hysterical laughter.

James walked over to the shower and set the temperature for a steamy 100°. He picked Rachel up and swinging her around in exaggerated fashion walked them both into the steaming cubicle. He placed her gently on the wet floor and picked up a fresh sponge that he coated with shower gel before he began the pleasurable task of cleansing her body. He tenderly washed cum from her eyes, ears, mouth, and throat. After cleansing each area he would place gentle, tender kisses on her skin. He lost himself in the tender depths of her body. Her skin was smooth, perfect in complexion. She tasted sweet and he gleefully lapped every square inch of her glorious countenance. James continued to work south, stopping to worship at the altar of her breasts. Her bountiful peaks swelled to meet his caress, the pale pink nipples harden into taught nubs as her arousal grew.

He placed his hot mouth over the right nipple. She gasped as the pleasure followed through the nerve juncture directly to the pleasure center of her brain. She felt herself grow hot and her pussy began to weep; water now mixing with her own desire. James continued downward as he knelt before her sacred womanhood and began to gently wash away all traces of his spending. His caresses were slow and gentle, exactly the opposite of what Rachel wanted at this moment. She wanted rough and fast; she wanted to be tamed, to be owned. Without notice Rachel grabbed the back of James's head and with no quarter, shoved his mouth directly on her hot box and bade him feast. James knew not to question his mate and began to eat.

Yes James! Please! Eat my little cunny! Stick that massive tongue, your beautiful oral appendage in my cunt and lick me! Oh god...oh god...I'm gonna cum. James. Please. I know you wanted to wait, but please...PLEASE...please fuck me!

James patience, virtue, and restraint had been bent to the absolute maximum. Her final thoughts of love and passion had broken him. He straightened to his full height of nearly 6' 8" and lifted her lithe tiny body in his arms with the ease of his 260lbs. of newly sculpted muscle. Her wet body was writhing in his grip; her hips were gyrating against his torso. He could feel the heat from her pussy threatening to engulf them both in flame. He roared his lust and hissed in her ear.

"Is this what you want you want, you fucking minx?"

His cock was as hard as an iron bar and he began to tease and rub her cunt along the length of his massive tool. Rachel was beside herself with lust. She was trying everything to try and gain an angle to allow the massive fuck stick to drive inside, to impale herself finally on the object of her lust.

"Is this what you want, you little slut? My little bitch in heat! You are going to have to beg me to fuck you. You are going to beg me to fuck your tiny pussy into oblivion. BEG ME!" he roared this last part.