The Coward and the Wolf Ch. 01

Steve was left wondering if she enjoyed seeing her unique attractiveness cause discomfort in everyone or just him? Either way, that behavior didn't take away from her mature charm for him. It just added to it. He was again made aware of his burning, almost unnatural desire for her.

Trying to ignore her presence, he focused on the story as Michael had begun to speak again.

"I eventually made my way out of the forest and brought the human to rest on the grass of the plains, well away from the fire, and I knew he must have been a servant of the Soldier God, cast out from the heavens and injured by their eternal war." Michael raised his head up and looked the Oracle dead in the eyes as he continued, Steve couldn't help but notice his erection stood even larger and firmer as he made eye contact. He was getting some weird vibes here. Weirder than things already were.

Michael spoke proudly of the next bit "I thought that the human was still sleeping, I knew all the old tales, the only thing that would rouse the spirit of a warrior of the God of Soldiers was communion with another devoted warrior. I placed my spear above him and began the holy sanctities"

Michael looked even prouder, now standing as tall as he could while still on one knee. He spoke with what Steve had begun to understand as religious vehemence "The sleeping servant of The Soldier God however had already roused himself, without even my aid, as he reached out to grasp my spear. I feared that he was still confused from his battle at the beginning of recorded time-"

Ok, Steve was completely lost now. He had been following along fairly well up until then. The big oaf seemed to be under the illusion that Steve was a servant of god, fallen from heaven, in other words the sky. It seemed these guys also believed that there was a war in heaven. That bit made sense. Sort of, it helped if you were thinking flexibly. The bit he didn't get was why they thought their god or his servants looked human? Were there even humans on this planet? Also, why if he was a servant of the God of Soldiers was he beaten the crap out of, and then dragged through the streets like a whipped dog? These guys evidently didn't treat their gods with much respect. He calmed himself. He would continue to listen and do nothing. It was system that had not gotten him eaten thus far, and that meant it was a good system. Michael continued still ignorant of Steve's inner turmoil.

"- I showed him respect the only way a wounded warrior on his back can receive it, from one soldier to another, I placed my foot on his stomach" There was a collective audible gasp from the crowd behind Steve. He had to admit with all this going he had forgotten they existed.

Steve was going to turn to see behind him, and what all the fuss was about, when the Oracle caught his eyes with her own. She no longer had that look of mischief in her eyes, this was an entirely serious face. She made a slow almost imperceptible shake of the head side to side. Steve's mind that until now had managed to settle back into 'listen and learn' mode had to switch back to 'think and do shit' mode. He was not happy about this transition.

He froze mid head turn. Turning his face back to look at her, he quickly decided that obeying her was probably for the best, primarily due to the fact that she seemed to be the boss of the meathead holding his leash. Looking back at her hourglass body. He decided the view was no doubt much better anyway.

"With the rite of surrender now instigated, I began the rite of subjugation. It would seem however that the human was still weak from his battle, and was rendered unconscious once again by a single blow-" More gasping. That was beginning to piss Steve off almost as much as the look of unadulterated pride that Michael was showing in his retelling. It would seem beating up downed foes was an act worthy of adoration Steve mused. In that case he was going to the biggest hero this world had ever known as soon as this pompous ass was asleep. At least he comforted himself with this thought, while knowing full well, the first thing he would do upon everyone else falling asleep would be search for an opportunity for escape, and run as far away from the werewolves and their pointy things as he possibly could. The story continued unabated.

"-I quickly recovered my cart, removed the corpses of the Lizard-kin bandits and loaded the Human onto it. It was with great haste that I brought him back to the village, and before your feet, oh great Oracle."

Steve couldn't help but notice that with that the air between the two wolf people in front of him had turned somewhat icy. There had been a smile on Oracle's face right up until the mention of the 'rite of surrender' and she was almost snarling by the time Michael had finished talking. If Michael was bothered by this, he didn't show it. In fact, he looked distinctly pleased.

Steve had thus far understood that apparently having the shit kicked out of him, was a much more elaborate way of putting up your hands in surrender. He hoped that this world had some form of protection for POW's, of which he apparently now was one. He was also wondering how or why a people go to war against what they perceive to be gods? Did humans just drop from the sky all the time? He didn't think so, considering all the attention he received. It would seem he was pretty abnormal.

By this point most people would have given up even trying to decipher all this gibberish and given in to despair in an unknown situation, but Steve wasn't most people. He was a coward at heart, and like most cowards, his body and mind were tireless in their pursuit of saving his own skin. Which meant the more he knew, the more likely he was to live for another few minutes. Steve steadfastly remained still and continued listening.

Michael let the pause after his story sink in. The silence seemed deafening, even the insects had stopped creaking, perhaps having sensed the tension in the air. He looked straight into the eyes of the Oracle, almost defiantly now as his heavy pants continued, his large cock gradually bobbing up, almost in a mirror of the defiance of his upturned face, his quiet thrusting continued unabated, as it had throughout his tale. His mouth had peeled back into the Canine approximation of a grin, he spoke the next words with care. They were carefully enunciated as they left his mouth.

"I seek your blessing to induct the Human, Servant of the Soldier God, into the pack of Michael Dragon Killer"

Almost instantly, as if a spell had been broken by his words, the crowd behind them burst into frenzied shouting and barking. The noise was almost deafening as all members of the group seemed to voice their opinions at once, it was cacophony of howling, growling and yipping. He looked to see that the figures in the crowd were now arguing amongst themselves, even the children. It would seem that this turn of events was a subject for debate, and in the rush to make their opinions known, they had all but forgotten the three figures standing in the spotlight, so focused were they on arguing with the person closest.

Steve noted that the two figures in front of him stood statue still. The Oracle was no longer looking down at Michael with the kind matriarchal expression she had entered the clearing with, it had twisted into a fierce scowl that exposed her large canines. The look was a truly bestial one. A face that reminded Steven that in spite of her beauty, she still had a body that could easily tear him to pieces. He felt uncomfortable just being in the cone of vision of the person who was displaying such controlled rage, he didn't even want to imagine what it was like to be the one taking full brunt of that anger.

He glanced over at Michael, expecting to see him backing down. Instead the wolf man was standing up, he had moved forward a half step until the two creatures snouts must have been mere millimeters away from each other.

The bodies were now so close that the Oracle's large heaving breasts were touching Michaels own well-muscled chest. A side effect of her own angered deep breaths must have been causing her nipples to rub against him, moving up and down with her breathing, gradually letting them become hard under the light stimulation, much to his evident delight, and her further irritation. Steve had a feeling this behavior was not normal, and Michael was committing some serious taboos with his action.

Steve's eyes traveled down this bizarre confrontation. His eyes widened and his pulse quickened as he saw that Michaels erect member was pushing up against the Oracle's stomach, gradually moving up and down.

Michael was lightly moving his hips forward and up in his thrusts, forcing the sensitive head up against soft white flat fur of her stomach, only for that soft white fur to yield slowly to each side against the hard dark red intruder's more powerful advances, and let it rub up against the smooth pink flesh beneath. A faint drizzle of white liquid was leaking from the tip in a pulsing fashion, smearing his life juices all over her stomach and creating darker patches where the fur was pressed down, the light white hairs were being enveloped in the liquids and forced to bend under the weight of the cum, creating a round glistening patch under the Oracle's navel as the casual grinding continued.

Steve was wondering why the Oracle was not attempting to stop him. Then he thought about it and realized; Michael's body was covering his actions. If she pushed him away or in some way struck him, it would alert the crowd behind them. He could only imagine what effect this would have on her sovereignty if it was shown she was vulnerable to attack. Evidently the situation was delicate enough that she was willing to endure this obscene touching of her persons rather than risk damaging her image amongst her people.

It was not a fair situation, considering that she was blameless and yet would still be tarred by the public eye for having someone else act in this way toward her. Steve also understood that it was still the way of the world when it came to a question on a woman's purity to blame the victim as well as the aggressor, as if she should have somehow been able to stop the situation before it started. It made him feel sick, but there was nothing that could be done about it. People sucked, it was just that simple.

Michael in a despicable act, was using her image as an untouchable goddess as a shield, even while he violated it for his own sick pleasure. Steve felt ill as he had a distinct feeling that it was his own presence that had changed the power paradigm enough for this sickening attack to take place. He was powerless and could only watch on as this evidently powerful woman was used by the monstrous warrior for his own pleasures.

The Oracle's own anger was aiding Michael in his obscene advances, as her heavy breathing was working against her. The gradual rise and fall of her stomach was working almost in time with the delicate thrusts of the red cock nuzzled near her navel, causing yet more of the warm thick semen to be spread up, and over her stomach. The cock occasionally had its pointed tip become caught in her navel, almost in a sick parody of the joining of a loving man and woman, as the very tip of the hot dick daintily pressed its way a few millimeters into the small erogenous zone. It was not long before the small orifice was overflowing with Michael's warm spunk, causing it to dribble down her stomach and past the loose edge of her loincloth.

The pair's eyes all the while remained locked on each other as they stood stock still in mutual confrontation. Hers in barely contained fury, while his were overflowing with lust, defiance and much to Steven's confusion admiration.

With an almost casual movement, the warrior brought up his free hand, and cupped it just below her jaw. There was a brief moment of resistance, before there was a light growling in the back of his throat made her reluctantly relent and slowly lift her snout to face the sky. The male grinned even wider, gazing upon the creamy expanse of her now exposed throat. He wasted no time in placing his snout to her windpipe, breathing deeply of the females scent. He let out his long tongue and licked along her throat. Tentatively at first, then gradually picking up more speed and enthusiasm when it became clear there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Michael was reveling in the animalistic show of domination he was forcing on her. It didn't take a genius to see the symbolism he was conveying to her with this act. Gradually, he began to lick even faster, enjoying the feeling of heat on his tongue as it lapped over the arteries of her throat that were rhythmically pulsing with in time with her heartbeat, to push the life sustaining blood through her body. As of this moment her life had been rendered entirely into his hands, and they both knew it.

Finally when her throat and chest were sodden with his saliva she finally let out an involuntary shudder of outrage. The sight sent a jolt of pleasurable heat firing through his manhood. Opening his mouth wide, he snarled and clamped his teeth across her throat. Startled the Oracle let out a sound that sounded eerily similar to a yelp and moved to pull away, but was held firmly in place by his teeth as they tightened on her throat, forcing her to hold still. All the while his tongue worked tirelessly, lapping away at the now soaked fur of her throat. As the violation of her neck continued, so too did the violation of her stomach, as the powerful warrior humped furiously at the soft white flat of her expanses of her stomach, leaving it a stinking mess of soaked white fur and male juices.

Steve could barely bring himself to continue to look on. Even if he did not believe in impossible acts of heroism, there were just some things that one stands in the presence of, and can't help but feel the urge to act. He started to grudgingly move his feet forward, when he stopped. He found that at some point during the growing physical confrontation, the hands holding his chains had changed. The Oracle had, while Michael was distracted, snapped the chain in both hands without making a sound, and now held the shortened end attached to Steve. She glanced over at Steve, even as Michael was sawing his tongue across her throat, and winked. Michael noticing her change in attention, quickly glanced over at Steve from his position attached to her throat as if remembering him for the first time since he started, then looked down at the chains path. His smirk quickly turned into a scowl as he realized he had been tricked. He unclamped his jaw from the Oracle's throat with a low growl, one that now seemed significantly less confident now. He took a step back, and opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off, as the Oracle waved a hand dismissively in front of him. She held the chains firmly and stepped calmly around Michaels left side marching toward the crowd, grinning in a way that did not fit with the demure being from before, her smile was quite mischievous in its appearance. The fact she was grinning at all was an impressive feat considering what had been happening to her just moments ago. She gently pulled Steve forward with her as she almost skipped forwards. The whole event had managed to remain hidden from the crowd, as Michaels back would have covered his obscene movements. To the onlookers, it would seem as if he had simply handed her the chain. Steve risked a quick look back to see Michael drop the remaining bit of chain in his hands in disgust. Evidently in spite of Michael's underhanded cunning, it was the Oracle who possessed the upper hand in a battle of wits.

Steve quickly decided that the tall wolf man was not just a simple warrior, his recent actions were like those of a shark who scented blood in the water, instant and utterly ruthless. That sort of spontaneous usage of newfound powers were the actions of one intimately accustomed to using it. He was obviously a man who occupied a high station within the community, and that through some spectacular misfortune, Steve being rescued by him had somehow boosted the Wolfman's standing even further; to a position where he felt he could secretly challenge his superior without fear of immediate repercussion. Considering the disgusting behavior he had instantly used that newfound power of his for, this was definitely a bad thing.

The Oracle resumed her regal pose, and looking at her Steve could hardly attribute the fierce scowl of before to such a fair creature, neither could he imagine that half a second ago, she had been grinning like a mad woman. She was he decided, most definitely not what she appeared to be at first sight.

The Oracle didn't even spare him a second glance as she came to look upon the crowd. She spoke in a commanding voice, which while not shouting, still carried far into the back of the crowd, even over the shouting that had remained at a constant din thus far. She spoke but one word.

"Silence!"

The crowd stopped speaking almost immediately and all turned to face her. Steve for a horrified moment thought they would see the semen dripping off her stomach, and to make matters worse now that he looked closer, he could see a slightly more female lubricant dripping down her inner thighs. Evidently not just Michael had been enjoying the close proximity. Even if her emotions of anger had been real, it seemed on a physical level she had still been aroused by the closeness to the large male. Christ almighty Steve thought, that was not a normal reaction to an act that was essentially rape.

Steve would normally have just rationalized it away as a difference in culture that he had misunderstood, except that the Oracle's outrage had been all too real. This most definitely suggested that Michael's actions were not within the scope of socially acceptable behavior.

This then raised the next most obvious question, had she been aroused and disgusted by the act at the same time? He supposed it was entirely possible. His own unwilling arousal stemming from the werewolf woman was essentially the same thing on a lesser scale. Evidently even the Oracle had her own kinks that got her heated up, and evidently one of those kinks was having her authority challenged by rebellious upstarts. Whether she acknowledged this to be the case or not, the evidence was leaking down her legs.

'Well there goes my image of her as an innocent goddess who stood above the base feelings like lust.' Steve chuckled to himself, even if only to stifle his feelings of irrational irritation at this loss of innocence. As well as the equally irrational irritation that seemed to have stemmed from her subconsciously reacting to Michaels attentions.

All this went unnoticed by the crowd as the poor lighting and the fact that the white on white substances were only evident if you were in close proximity. The Oracle had been speaking while he was thinking about all this, and because of that he only real caught the end of her speech "-and as you all know, Michael is our strongest warrior, and the addition of the human to his pack would be a valuable addition-"

Really? Thought Steve, because for the life of him he couldn't see what he could do, that a gigantic werewolf couldn't do better. Crawl through small vents?

"-However, forcing a servant of god into your own service is an act that could have far reaching consequences, even if the pact was formed through adoption in battle-"

What battle? Him beating me senseless while I was already senseless? Steve's cynical introspection however had no effect on the speech taking placing before him.

"-it still requires further thought and debate. I am aware it is not my right to stand between a warrior and his conquests, or deny the ancient rite of subjugation. I simply ask for one week. A week with which to converse with this human, and help him adjust to life as a mortal within our society."