Guardian Wolf Ch. 08

Samantha had attended her father's university and graduated with honors with dual Masters Degrees in art history and fine art. She was not entirely sure why she had chosen such a route to study, but she knew that it was closely related to how she would spend the rest of eternity with her mate. She knew that her intended was an artist from the dreams that had continued since puberty. The only change is since the Rites of Ascension the dreams had increased in number and intensity. There was rarely a night where she did not wake aroused and wet, needing to masturbate feverishly to a shattering release before sleep would take her once more.

Upon graduating from Pacific Northern University, Michael surprised his daughter with a month long trip that would take her east and across the Atlantic to view the greatest art galleries Europe had to offer. Samantha embraced her father and mother in a profuse showing of gratitude. The next week Samantha left for England and a trip that would change her life forever and complete her long held need for her mate.

It was exactly two weeks since Samantha had left her parents in Washington to travel and experience the great art museums that Europe was renowned for. She had been spending the last couple of days exploring the rich culture that Germany and especially Berlin had to offer. It was an unusually warm and humid day in the late afternoon of Berlin when Samantha walked into the Old National Gallery. The moment she passed the entryway into the main foyer, the air conditioning was not the only thing that excited her senses.

A way of pheromones hit Samantha in the face like a shot of hundred-proof whiskey. Her mouth began to water and her panties were instantly soaked as her pussy exuded womanly honey in preparation for penetration. Her mate was here! He was somewhere in this building, she knew it with every increasing beat of her heart! She could practically taste the masculine pheromones inundating every olfactory receptor and touching every synapse in her brain. Any thoughts of leisurely perusing the centuries of fantastic art were instantly forgotten and Samantha immediately began a frantic search for her beloved mate.

Boris sat on one of the many museum benches with his head against a wall, idly sketching a wonderful piece by Edgar Degas called 'Musicians in the Orchestra' temporarily on loan from the National Hermitage in his beloved St. Petersburg. It had been many years since he had last seen this piece and he was ecstatic to hear that the museum would be showing the piece for the next month. But the Degas and his sketch were immediately forgotten when his intended mate's pheromones assaulted his senses, making him drunk with lust. His wolf wanted to immediately seek out and claim their mate but Boris begged patience and wait for their mate to come to them.

Boris ripped out his current drawing from his sketch book and began frantically drawing a sketch of his mate with the charcoal. He had a picture of his mate in his mind and he wanted to see how accurate his imagination (intuition?) may be. Once his drawing was crudely sketched he began to fill in the details as he awaited the arrival of his mate. He didn't have to wait long. A few minutes passed and in walked the most gorgeous creature his mind could ever have created; his drawing did not do her justice. Boris thought of immediately identifying himself to his intended, but he decided to wait and see how long it took her to find him. He was partially hidden behind a sculpture that adjoined the wall he now sat against. The few seconds it took for Samantha to identify the source of the pheromones were agonizingly slow to Boris and he had to hold his sketch book tightly lest he start to shake and prematurely give himself away.

Samantha saw her mate immediately when she walked into the 19^th century impressionist wing. He was trying to coyly hide behind a sculpture by Ludwig Michael Schwanthaler and she could see him feverishly sketching what she supposed was a picture of her. Her wolf wanted her to go directly and claim her mate as both so desperately wanted, but Samantha decided to play coy. She walked briefly around the large rectangular wing, admiring all that this part of the museum had to offer. She surreptitiously kept her mate within her peripheral vision and she put extra effort into walking with an extra bounce and shake of her ass when she moved from painting to painting. She almost laughed when she saw her mate with his mouth open, almost watering with lecherous hunger, as she moved about the room careful to avoid eye contact.

Boris could tell when he was being played with. The minx knew he was here and knew who he was but decidedly ignoring him on purpose. Her ass bounced delightfully in her tight jeans as she walked with increasing exaggeration through the exhibit. He noticed the wicked gleam in her eye and a small smile spread across her face as she tried, poorly, to keep her excitement to a minimum. As she rounded the abutment that held Schwanthaler's sculpture, Boris could no longer hold back his wolf from capturing their mate.

Just as Samantha was coming into view he reached out with his hands pulling a shrieking and laughing Samantha into his lap. He looked at his mate with wonder and adoration, seeing this most beautiful creature was finally his for the taking. The pheromones, excreted between the pair, were suffocating to the point of saturation. One could literally taste the pheromones in their mouths. Boris could no longer hold back and he sought out Samantha's mouth with a hunger only a starving man could truly appreciate.

The initial coupling was hot and intense; each was trying to devour the other in an attempt to make this moment last, neither wanting it to end. Samantha began to rub her ass along the considerable tumescent mound of flesh she felt growing down Boris's left pant leg. The act had the desired effect, causing Boris to growl in frustration and need. He pulled hungrily at his mate's bottom lip with ferocity, eliciting an excited whimper from Samantha. Without a word, Boris rose with Samantha in his arms and exited the museum with a quick but politely restrained walk.

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As the pair waited patiently for the light-rail to take them East towards Boxhagener Strasse and Boris's small flat, Samantha and Boris talked in excited whispers as each reevaluated their mate. There was no criticism in their evaluation, only love and excitement at finding each other and learning about their new mate. There was much sexual tension between the two and it was all both could do to restrain themselves from rutting right there on the train floor. Their patience was quickly evaporating with every kilometer as they neared Boris's flat.

Boris was smaller than Samantha had imagined. True he was still a couple of inches taller than she at 5'6 and him at 5'8", but she pictured her mate just a little bit taller. Of course, Samantha's only references were the immediate male members of her clan; her father and all of her brothers were well above six feet tall. Even her youngest brother Forest was quickly breaking through the six foot barrier as he approached his sixteenth birthday. That boy was going to be a big son a bitch when he went through the Rites of Ascension.

She was not really surprised about Boris's appearance; she knew that as an artist her mate would be just a little off center and would be just outside the boundaries of what polite society called 'normal'. Well fuck polite society, this was her mate and she didn't give a fuck what he looked like. She was amazed at how his pony tail and beard both came to just above his waist; both were clean, brushed, and neatly restrained with pieces of leather thong. Samantha could not resist caressing and softly pulling on Boris's beard, making him growl in approval and lust. Even though many would consider him short for a Lycan, she knew that her man was anything but small. She could feel Boris's considerable piece of man flesh still tucked obscenely in his left pant leg; she softly caressed it with her hand, eliciting a warning growl from her mate. It would take very little to coerce him into action and claiming her in front of a dozen or more people in the small compartment. This thought alone made her panties soaked and her pussy itch with increasing need.

Apart from Boris's obvious masculine appendage, her mate was exceptionally strong and exhibited much muscular definition, apparent from the old Led Zepplin T-shirt stretched over his well-defined arms and chest. Each arm was easily the size of her thigh. In short, apart from his lack of height, Boris exceeded her wildest imaginations and hopes in a mate, lover, and eventual father. She knew that there pups would be both strong and beautiful.

Likewise, Boris could not keep his eyes of this gorgeous creature that would shortly become his wife and soul mate as soon as he could bury his fangs and his cock deep into her flesh. She was nothing like the women he had known in Russia. In his beloved country, either through necessity or choice, being thin as a rail was in. The future Alpha's mate was exceedingly thin with oversized melons that made her look like one of those American dolls his sisters had coveted when they were younger. Boris often joked with his friends that the young Alpha would break his new mate the first time they coupled.

Not his Samantha. No she had meat on her bones. Samantha was not fat of course, such a thing was unheard of in the Lycan world; their metabolism was simply too high for much fat to accumulate. Even with their high calorie intake each day, both were in peak physical condition. Samantha had a wider frame than was normal for Russian girls; her hips were generous and designed for birthing. He breasts were large at a 38C which were more than sufficient for Boris. By the Gods Boris will love breeding his fine bitch when she came into heat. He could barely breathe as he considered her plump and heavy, walking about with her stomach swollen with their pups. This fucking train better arrive at his shitty apartment soon or he would not be responsible for his wolf's actions.

By the time the train stopped in the plaza directly across from the GastHaus that supported his flat, both mates were giddy and shaking with sexual tension and excitement. The moment the doors opened, Boris scooped up his beloved Samantha and ran the few hundred meters across the plaza and up the old stairwell that led to his....no...their apartment. The door was barely closed behind the oversexed pair before clothes were literally rent from each other's bodies.

As buttons flew and material was quickly torn and discarded from their bodies, Boris grabbed his mate and pinned her violently against the old Soviet wall, knocking pieces of plaster onto the floor. Samantha gasped in pain and excitement as Boris, wasting no time, thrust deeply into her virgin sheath, tearing through the thin membrane that protected her womanhood. She cried in pain and lust as Boris came to a halt to allow his newly deflowered mate a moment to become accustomed to his large size. His penis was a bit smaller than most of his kind, only at nine inches, but his girth was considerable indeed.

The pain quickly ended and all that Samantha could feel was the delightful stretching of her tight pussy and the feeling of being completely full with her lover's cock. Gods he was huge! His girth alone was stretching her vaginal canal to its limits. Samantha had difficulty breathing, hyperventilating as she felt the initial stirrings of an incredible orgasm and Boris had done nothing but enter her. As Boris began to thrust deeply into her tunnel, brushing repeatedly against her Cervix, the only noises that Samantha was able to emit were grunts and gasps. The feeling of an overpowering orgasm continued to grow with every plunge of her mate's turgid flesh. With each thrust of his powerful hips, his majestic cock brushed delightfully over Samantha's clitoris, bringing her ever closer to her own release.

The coupling soon took a frantic pace as each other ground against the other's pelvis...soliciting, pleading for the other to come. Boris continually banged Samantha harshly against the wall, bits of plaster and dust falling into their hair and onto the floor as their coupling became more violent. The scratches and bruises the rough plaster were causing only drove Samantha higher in need for orgasm; the additional pain was overloading her senses and she panted and cursed, pleading with her mate to bring them to completion.

As their mutual orgasms locked their bodies together in a thunderous climatic experience, Boris sank his fangs deeply into Samantha's flesh, marking her as his alone for eternity. The extra pain of his fangs entering her flesh was enough for Samantha to scream in anguish as she climaxed. Her teeth sank into her mate's left shoulder and her elongated claws drew blood as she raked them deeply across Boris's back, making Boris grunt in pain and release more of his potent sperm into her overflowing channel. The mixture of pleasure and pain was a heady and intoxicating experience for them both.

Upon their marking, their minds connected and were forever linked together. A flooding of memories, experiences, and knowledge screamed into each other's brains as each instantly shared their accumulated knowledge with each other through the telepathic link. The experience was so taxing upon their brains and bodies that Boris fell limp, taking an unconscious Samantha with him as they fell to the floor.

The following two weeks were spent in a whirlwind of sight-seeing and blinding sexual experiences as each mate explored the other's perverse and often painful fantasies. It was of little surprise that their small apartment did not survive their coupling as they rutted and screwed across every surface they could find within the tiny studio apartment. Several holes were evident in the thin plaster as their torrid lovemaking took its toll on the cheap Soviet era construction.

The small metal table where Boris and Samantha took their evening meals did not last the third night of love making as Boris took his mate repeatedly in several positions on shaking legs and groaning metal. The last position consisted of Samantha bent over the table holding on for dear life as Boris pounded the shit out of her tender pussy and tenderized her pert behind through continual spanking of her ass cheeks. The final slap of her then fire engine ass caused Samantha to scream like a banshee, squirt like a fire hose, and collapse the table all as Boris continually rode out their mutual orgasm, following his unconscious lover to the floor. They landed in a sticky wet heap, Boris's cock still buried securely in Samantha's pussy, emptying the final contents of his bloated balls.

Their small double bed met a similar fate by the end of the week, and both were soon sleeping on only the mattress by the end of the second week. Suffice it to say, their love making would lead to a much needed renovation and upgrade for the tiny apartment. The landlord and owner of the GastHaus was most displeased and upset at the state of his one and only apartment. The noise alone from their lovemaking was leading several of the staff and customers to amused distraction as they often sat quietly listening to the loud and uninhibited sexual cacophony coming from the flat above their heads. Bets were soon being made as to how many orgasms Boris could give Samantha in a single coupling. His customers were doing more listening than drinking, the very essence of his livelihood.

But after a promise that the young couple would soon be leaving to return to America and a generous donation of several thousand American dollars into the rebuilding of the flat quickly silenced any complaints the old gentleman may have had and by the time they left for the airport, they left as fast friends and promised to return often to see the old man and share a generous Liter of good German beer with their former landlord. He even offered them the newly remodeled apartment above the GastHaus. He only asked that they pay handsomely for anything and everything they broke during their more Olympic style fuckings. And of course, to keep the noise down to a dull roar.

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It was obvious that Boris's fate was tied to his mate and wherever she would go, he would willingly follow. He could not return to his beloved homeland and he had grown tired of living in near poverty in Europe. Despite his considerable wealth safely hidden away in several banks throughout the world and an opportunity to travel to any destination they chose, the couple decided that returning to Samantha's pack would be ideal. Samantha missed her parents desperately and was excited to return with Boris in tow. Boris was overwhelmed and excited to once again be part of a pack and make a meaningful contribution. He missed the loyalty and camaraderie that belonging to a pack afforded one. His exile over the last two years had made it clear through loneliness and loss of kin that being a lone wolf, even a lone mated wolf was not a life that he wished for.

After a short layover in New York City at JFK and a quick call to the folks, letting them know she would shortly be home and with her mate, the pair made it back to the Archer clan almost a month to the day since Samantha left home. Michael and Delilah were delighted to know that Samantha had met her soul mate and welcomed Boris with open arms and open hearts. His former pack was mentioned only once when Michael Archer retorted that Boris's father was a stubborn fool and the Alpha apparent would quickly lead the Fenris clan into ruin and would most likely be ousted within a couple of years. Michael lamented the loss Boris felt for his clan and especially his mother, but promised Boris he would never be treated as anything but a full-fledged member of the Archer clan. Boris was home to stay.

Boris and Samantha were quickly given a small home to live in on the Archer compound and were soon introduced to Robert and Maggie Wolfe, and the neighboring Wolfe clan. Boris and Samantha were treated as surrogate members of the Wolfe clan and were shown an effusive display of warmth, love, and friendship. Boris had never known such love and friendship existed, even within his own clan. Even while a member of the Fenris, Boris often felt like an outsider because of his love of art and his refusal to openly flaunt his wealth and treat everyone else as lowly subjects. This was truly his clan now, he felt whole again. He had a clan, a pack, and a mate to call his own once more.

The first week in their new home, Samantha came into heat. Boris and Samantha again fucked and sucked their way across every possible surface of their new home, effectively christening the house as their own. Boris pumped Samantha full with what felt like gallons of virile seed. Samantha often complained...not really, but she had to make a show of it...that Boris always left her messy and leaking like a sieve. Not one to disappoint his mate and lover, Boris happily lapped and sucked their combined juices from his mate's overheated sex until she was begging and pleading to again 'fuck the shit out of me' and 'breed this horny, hot bitch'! Again, Boris was always happy to appease his mate and quickly and effectively bred his bitch until neither one could stand upright.

Now that his wife was sufficiently impregnated with his seed and soon expecting a child (children?) Boris felt it was time to now seek a profession that would not only help provide for his growing family but feed his artistic desires. Boris had always been fascinated with tattoos. A short holiday to the Netherlands had led him to a tattoo parlor where a grizzled old stone mason from Georgia (that's the country, not the state) had retired to after his wife passed. Having no immediate family and no desire to stay in a decaying infrastructure after the collapse of the Soviet Union, the old gentleman emigrated to the Netherlands were he applied his old trade of stone carving, but in a new medium. He now created works of art out of warm human flesh, instead of cold marble or granite.