Chapter 1
The Beginning - A New Species
Prologue
The Moon Goddess places her hands on the heads of the werewolf king and queen; a piercing white glow surrounds the couple as the Goddess whispers her blessing into their ears.
It was time for a new, more vital species to be born; the Goddess’s werewolves needed leadership and guidance for the upcoming millennia. With society growing and technology advancing, the werewolf population required a new direction for them to survive. The Goddess had conferred with the werewolf king and queen, and they had agreed that the various werewolf packs in North America had twisted the ways of the wolf; too many Alpha pack leaders were abusing their pack for their gain, abusing their authority, and had lost the course of the pack. Packs needed leaders, but needed leaders that saw the symbiotic relationship between all levels of wolves and that Omegas, Betas, and Alphas were all-important, equal functioning wolves for the pack to be harmonious.
The werewolf world was embattled with challenges, abuse of Omegas, exiled wolves that endangered the species’ existence. Shifters must live among humans, but in secret; their species existed in the secrecy of their communities and packs.
The Goddess had seen the future and knew that all of her beloved wolves were in jeopardy without a new, more robust species. For decades, she heard the cries of her wolves as they struggled against the power-driven alphas, but the Alphas had grown proud and no longer listened to her or sought her guidance. Regretfully, she had decreased the number of blessed pairs, reduced the birth rate, and reduced the number of fated mates, but to no avail; the Alphas had become too ingrained with their power and control. She shared her fears and concerns with the King and Queen; they had also heard and felt the weakening of their species and heard the cries of the weaker wolves suffering under the authority of the Alphas.
With her blessing and some deity gene manipulation, the Goddess infused the King and Queen with the ability to produce a new species of the werewolf, the Lycan.
Werewolves were humans that shifted into wolves and ran as packs. Werewolves had to shift during the full moon and could shift at other times, although the energy expelled was heavy, and only the strongest could shift daily.
Lycans are a new species that may shift at will and partially shift, and they were not tied to the moon. The Lycan breed would be taller, faster, more potent than a shifter so that they could rule and bring order back to the packs.
The King, Andros, took his Queen’s hand, still glowing from the Goddess’ blessing, and walked her back to their chambers. They had been together for three millennia; they had tried to guide the packs, but wolf packs functioned as separate, independent packs, and now a change was needed.
Andros watched his mate walk beside him, he had always hungered for her, and hunger had only increased over the years. His desire and drive to mate grew as he moved towards the bed, and then the scent of her arousal hit his nose. Andros growled down at Serina, and she turned to look up at him, her pupils dilating as she saw his erection straining against the seam of his pants.
“My love, my mate,” Serina purred as she pressed her hand against the hardened bulge of his pants, gliding her hips up close and closing the space between them.
“Serina,” a deep breath, with a longing groan strained out of Andros’ throat.
“Mine,” Andros growled out his ownership, his devotion to his mate. He was on the edge of control with the Goddess’ blessing riding them.
Andros bent his head and gently bit Serina’s mating mark along the delicate curvature of her neck. She gasped; she felt her arousal spill between her legs and crawl up her stomach with her heartbeat pulsing at her neck, where Andros slowly licked and pressed with his teeth.
His nostrils flared with the scent of his mate’s arousal. He slipped his hand within the folds of her silk robe, lightly touching as he guided his fingers tips from her belly button to the top of her pubis, and then he used two fingers to split her folds into a V shape. He used his giant middle finger to glide from her nerve bundle down her wet center into her vagina.
Andros groaned, “You are so wet for me, Serina; you make me lose control.” His cock strained as he held her securely to him; she could feel its heat and hard length press against her belly.
Serina grasped her arms around his neck and lifted herself against his hips, pressing her wet center against his groin, grinding his hand into her as he helped raise her against his chest, his finger impaling her deeper.
Serina whispered against Andros’s neck.
“Lose it,” and she bit down on his scarred mating mark.
Andros bellowed out a shout and almost came from her bite.
Serina looked down between them; he had become so aroused that the head of his penis had come out of his pants, and she could see the precum glistening on the top of his huge, reddened head. As Andros watched, she twirled a finger around the top of his penis and then sucked the precum off of her finger.
Andros did lose it.
He grasped the edges of her robe, tore them apart, and tumbled them onto the floor; he couldn’t make it to the bed; the desire to fuck his mate made him see red.
He released one claw and tore her panties from her body with a tug. He spread her knees wide and dove down between her legs with a vibrating growl, diving for her wet, glistening center.
His tongue speared her center; Serina gasped as she felt his tongue impale her center. His fingers rotated around her clit, lightly rubbing up from the center over the top to the most sensitive part. He pressed, tapped, and lightly pinched clit, and Serina started gasping. Her desire peaked, and her body began to jump from the sensations. His tongue moved quickly in and out of her center, increased his pace, and synchronized his fingers with his tongue. Serina started pumping her hips in time with his tongue, throwing her head back as pleasure trickled from her clit up to her stomach.
“I’m almost there.” Serina breathed out in short gasps. She felt Andros’ other hand dip into her vagina for her natural juices and then pressed firmed against her back hole, breaching its tightened entrance, and his fingers and tongue glided, pressed, and moved across her. She felt the pressure as he added two fingers into her backside, and he pushed with his tongue to feel his fingers and tongue moving in tandem between her two chambers.
Serina threw her head back as she came, her hips losing rhythm as all the nerves of her body fired at once, sending lightning from her core, tingling down to her toes, and screaming out of her mouth.
Andros roared, shredding his pants open to release his swollen cock. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it through her wet folds, intermingling his precum with her cum juices. He heard and felt how wet she was and thrust into her with one powerful movement. He held her hips firmly in his hands and moved deeply into her core, bottoming her out with one stroke.
Andros began a slow, tortuous glide, moving in and out of her tunnel, causing her body to twitch as it was still riding her last orgasm. Andros felt his mating node grow at the base of his penis.
He and Serina had never procreated before; the Goddess had seen the need for a new species eons ago and had stalled their procreation until necessity and maturity called for their offspring. Serina and Andros were at the top of their species, and the Goddess was guiding them to create a new species.
Andros could feel his node stretching Serina more widely than ever before, he was very long and wide naturally, and Serina had been the only female able to accept all of him, but this was going to push her limits.
Serina groaned as she felt the pressure and stretching of her entrance, as Andros pushed and pulled his growing mating node in and out of her pussy. The entrance to her pussy tightened and stretched as it tried to accommodate the ever-increasing swollen flesh at the base of his cock.
Andros let out a loud, bellowing yell as Serina’s entrance flexed around his node. His full cock with his even larger mating node slid back into her entrance, locking his cock into her cavern, as he turned his hips to bump up against her cervix and his node slid upwards until it lodged up against Serina’s g-spot. The reproductive purpose of the mating node is to lock the male werewolf inside the female, right at her g-spot, which initiates cycling orgasms to increase the fertility rate to one hundred percent.
Serina gasped and stared into Andros’ eyes, feeling him fill her and watching her with utter devotion. She felt a pressure deep with her core as Andros’ mode firmly pressed into her sensitive wall, triggering wave after wave of orgasm, ensuring Andro’s semen was pushed like a wave up and into her womb.
She flexed the walls of her vagina, squeezing Andro’s cock and node that was locked into her body.
Andros came as he pushed as deep as he could into her center; he felt his cum pour out of his cock, filling her as his cum repeatedly spurted out of his head.
Andros reached between them and pressed his thumb onto Serina’s clit; she shrieked as her body melted into a cycle of orgasm. Deep within her body, she could feel a warm stream from Andros’s cock coat her cervix. He would press, she would come, he would come streaming white ropes deep within her body, ensuring the beginning of a new species.
The two of them lost time as their bodies repeatedly gyrated against the other’s in a cycle of orgasms, knowing that this was the beginning of a new era for the werewolf.
Finally, Andros collapsed on top of Serina, lightly rolling himself to his back, taking her with him as he was fully embedded within her, his knot was locked in tightly, and they were wholly joined together.
Serina collapsed against his chest, with her knees spread over his hips and their groins firmly locked together. Her head laid on his shoulder, and she lightly traced over his nipple, gliding from his nipple to the mark on his neck.
Andros kept his hands on the globes of her bottom, holding her in place, every once in a while thrusting upwards into her, making her groan.
“Goddess, Andros!” Serina gasped.
Andros breathed heavily, “Serina, my mate, my everything.”
His body gently thrust, and he pressed his pelvis against her highly sensitive clit and felt a petite orgasm roll through her body, a gentle wave undulating across her skin.
“I’m sorry, my love, I’m locked in.” He fully supported her weight across his body, and they lay together, trying to catch their breath.
She rolled her head to the side to look up at him, and he pressed his lips against hers, stealing her breath as she breathed out.
They both fell asleep, lying on the ground, locked together, waiting for their passion for subsiding and their bodies had completed a knotted mating to ensure the conception of their children.
A ripple was felt through every shifter alive, a shiver down their spines that change was coming. The Moon Goddess was creating a shift, a chasm in their world.
The Eclipse Brotherhood felt the winds of change cause the hairs on the back of their necks to tense and stand up. This Brotherhood thirsted for power and eschewed all thought of a higher authority. They were Alpha Werewolves that ruled their packs by whatever means necessary. There was no mercy, only power.
“Brothers, we must find out the Goddesses’ plans, and we will stop this.” The eldest, most enormous shifter, looked at the other Alphas. “Send out scouts, find the King and Queen, they are involved, and whatever the Goddess has planned, we will stop it.”
