Alexander, on his deathbed, is offered a new life by Izanagi, the Japanese spirit of rebirth. Alex chooses to become a woman in a new world.
An American Isekai
Chapter 1- The offer
I lay alone in my hospital bed, the monitors beeping quietly, the breathing machine sighing out its steady rhythm. I waited, without regret, without fear. It was time. I had outlived all of my friends. My family had come and said goodbye. My great-great grandchildren, still not old enough to understand what was happening, but knowing that their parents were sad, so they should be, too.
A good life, well lived.
The Asian man who walked around the curtain caught me off-guard. I had not heard the door open. He was obviously not a doctor in his black kimono with stylized dragon details, his long black hair pulled back tight against his head, giving his face a hard, angular look. I would have thought Samurai or Edo period lord, but his head was not shaved. Nor did he carry any weapons that I could see. All he carried was a small, leather bound book, which he was reading from as he came around the side of the bed.
“Mister Alexander McDonnel?” he asked. His voice had an odd duality to it. He sounded like he was speaking Japanese, but I understood him clearly in unaccented English.
I nodded, since the breathing tube in my throat made it a bit difficult to speak.
He looked at me, concern on his face. “I am sorry, sir, but I need you to say, ‘yes’ or ‘no’.... “ He trailed off. “Oh, of course. My apologies for missing the obvious.”
I rolled my eyes and tried to smile around the tube.
“If you could clearly think about your responses,” he said, “that should suffice.”
I sighed- which I thought rather impressive while having a machine breathe for me. I formed my response as if I were actually able to speak. “Yes, my name is Alexander McDonnel, currently a resident of Kansas City Memorial Hospital. At least until I get bored enough to have them pull the various plugs, or my body finally decides to give out.”
I almost jumped when my voice broke the silence of the room.
He looked down at me and smiled. “Very good, sir. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am commonly known as Izanagi. I have come today to offer you an opportunity. I generally limit my search to Japan, but there are not many recently who qualify, so I have had to broaden my scope a bit. You see, Mr. McDonnel, I provide rebirth to those whose souls are not quite ready to pass on. From my research, you feel there is more life to be lived.”
I blinked. “With respect, sir. Izanagi-san, was it? I am over one hundred years old, lived my life the best I knew how, helped when I could. There are things I would have liked to accomplish, but time and circumstance did not allow for them. I have no regrets.”
He smiled at my using the honorific. “I fully understand, sir, and I appreciate your honesty. That said, my offer stands. I will put you into a new body of your choosing, in an environment of your choosing. There are certain limitations, but those are mostly formalities. I cannot, for example, make you into Merlin in Camelot.”
I thought about it. Really thought about what this supposed Izanagi was offering. “So,” I thought, “if I asked to be put into the body of a beautiful eighteen year old woman in a realm with sword and sorcery, you could… arrange that?”
Izanagi chuckled. “That seems awfully specific, Mr McDonnel. However, yes, I can, as you say, arrange that. Anything else?”
I blinked again, my imagination firing up for the first time in a long while. “Well, I will need some time to acclimate, and work on getting the hang of any skills and abilities I might acquire. So, a place that is sort of remote, but close enough to people that I can join the population when I am ready.”
Izanagi took out a pencil and started making notes in his book. “Easily done. Anything else? Any special skills, abilities, and such?”
“Fast regeneration, ability to use magic in whatever forms is available in this new-to-me world. Oh, and I want to remember everything that I have learned in this life. I was a decent swordsman and martial artist, and I think carrying that over would probably be helpful.” I was warming to the idea. Even if this was my brain’s last hurrah, I was going to make it interesting.
“Very good, sir. I think I have everything,” Izanagi said, smiling as he finished making notes. “If you are ready, I can take you to your new life now.”
I looked around the room, empty except for the medical equipment, a vase with three day old flowers in them, and a strange Asian man. I sighed, smiling around the tube. “I am ready.” I closed my eyes, relaxing as the heart monitor began a long solid beep that faded as I fell into a comfortable sleep.
Chapter 2- A new life
I woke to an odd feeling. At least, compared to what I remember, it was odd. There was no tube in my throat helping me breath, no IV in my arm, and I felt rested. Instead of the constant beeping and wooshing of the medical equipment keeping me alive, I heard birds chirping and wind in the leaves of nearby trees. I opened my eyes and looked around.
“This certainly is not the hospital,” I said. I sat up, startled. The voice was not mine. It was higher, more musical. As I thought about it, my body did not feel right, either. I felt great, especially considering what my last few years had been like. There was no pain in my joints, I felt light and full of energy. I looked down and noticed two things immediately. First was that I could not easily see my belly. I had not been trim in many years, but the view of my now-flat stomach was impeded by breasts. I could not help but cup them. Heavy, probably D-cup, firm and shapely. I dropped my hands quickly. I could explore that line of thought later. The second thing I noticed was that I was completely naked. I could attest to the fact that this body was definitely female.
It also had to pee.
I swung my legs off the bed, looking around desperately for what might pass as a privy. I saw a small area in the corner, sort of cordoned off, with what looked like a seat with a hole in it. Good enough for now. I got to my feet as slowly and carefully as my bladder would allow me and made my way over. A quick look into the hole to make sure I would not be soaking my firewood or food stores, and I sat down. The relief was instant.
I continued to survey the space, taking a quick mental inventory. The cabin was all one room, from the look of it. The bed was in one corner, the privy hole I was currently occupying in another. There was a cooking area in the corner opposite to where I was sitting, and a dining and sitting area with the door that I figured went outside.A curtained window pierced the wall between my bed and kitchen.
“Cozy, yet functional,” I said aloud, getting used to the sound of my voice.
Once I was empty, I looked around and noted the curious absence of two things that may be important. First, no toilet paper. While that would not be a terrible inconvenience at present, as I had gone camping with my late wife, and she commented about having to “drip dry” or “air dry” on more than one occasion, cleaning up from pooping would be considerably more difficult. That led me to my second missing item. I did not see anything that resembled clothes, or could be used to make clothes. There were sheets and a blanket on the bed, curtains over the window, but not another scrap of cloth to be seen. Nor did I see anything that resembled a dresser or wardrobe.
I sighed, standing. “I suppose that this is my first, ‘Be careful what you wish for’ moment,” I said.
I walked to the window, the weight distribution of this new body becoming more familiar, and peeked around the corner of the curtain. As hilarious as I found the thought of just whipping them open to find an unsuspecting gardener or neighbor, I chose to be a bit more cautious. Once I was sure I would not be flashing my new assets to innocent onlookers, I pulled the curtain fully aside, letting the light into the room. From the view, I seemed to have been placed in a wooded clearing, a dark, dense forest starting about a hundred feet from the house. Satisfied that I was alone, I walked to the front door.
“No lock, just a bar to drop across from the inside. I may have to look into something a bit more secure.” I was really starting to like my new voice.
I opened the door and found several boxes on a large covered porch. There were also a couple of chairs and a small table. I smiled, carrying the first of the boxes as I sat in one of the chairs. After examining the box for a moment, I found a catch along one of the top edges and opened the lid. On top was a piece of parchment.
“Dear Miss McDonnel,
I understand that it is traditional to give housewarming gifts in your previous culture. While this situation is less than traditional, I thought you might appreciate a few things to get you started on your new life. If you find that there are still things you require in the next two days, please fill out the included form and I will have them delivered. Please note that this offer expires at sunset of the day after tomorrow. After that, you will have to make do.
Enjoy your new life.
Sincerely,
Izanagi”
I chuckled again, setting the note aside and looking through the box. Inside I found several skirts, tunics, breeches, and what I could only deduce were underclothes. There were also a pair of calf high boots, soft sided and hard soled.
“Those will come in handy, in time,” I said. I took the box inside and set it on the bed, then went to see what was in the next box, then the next. At the end, my new household inventory included several bolts of cloth, a sewing kit; several towels and wash cloths; a stack of parchment and several pencils; pots, pans, dishes, flatware, cooking utensils; various knives, cooking and utility; a katana; and a beautifully crafted set of leather armor. There were also several books: one on the local plant life; one on the local wildlife; and one that covered the history and customs of the area in my new world, including a map of the neighboring nations.
I also found a single roll of toilet paper in the bottom of the last box. “Thank you,” I whispered.
I thought about what I might still need, and started making a list. “A bow and quiver of arrows,” I muttered as I wrote it down. “A book explaining the use of magic and its principles.” I set the list aside until I could explore the rest of the plot and see what else was missing.
I paused at the door, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. Letting the breath out slowly, I opened my eyes and opened the door. When I went out to pick up Izanagi’s delivery, I did not think about my nudity at all, lost in the excitement of discovery. This time, however, I was purposely going out. I glanced over at the clothes folded neatly on the bed, and chuckled.
“No,” I whispered to myself. “I need to learn to be as comfortable in this new body as I was in my old one.” I had not exactly been a nudist, but I had not been particularly ashamed of showing skin. With a final deep breath, I opened the door and stepped outside. The sun felt warm on my skin, the breeze a cool caress scented with the forests surrounding me. The grass felt soft, cool, and slightly moist under my feet. I spread my arms, closed my eyes, and turned, giggling at the mental image of a naked Sound of Music scene. A last deep breath and I started exploring the house and clearing.
I found an attached storage area with a couple shovels, hoes, axes, and a stack of firewood already aging. There was also a cellar door leading to cold storage with some butchered meat and some vegetables. I did not recognize anything, but I thought I could figure out something with minimal trial and error. Looking around, I mentally added a few things to the shopping list.
I went back up and headed to the woodpile, thinking to start a fire for… Breakfast? Lunch? I had lost track of the time. The sun hit my skin again, and a tingle hit me that I did not expect. My hands, warm and smooth like my old hands were not, slid across skin that I did not recognize as my own, but transmitted sensation to my brain. One hand slid down between my legs, the other up to my chest. As soon as my fingers touched the wetness of my sex, my legs buckled, dropping me to my knees. My other hand cupped my breast, soft, heavy, firm, fingers brushing my nipple. Sensation shot through me, hot and electric. I moaned, my eyes closing.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered. “Now I understand.” My fingers explored, working deeper inside of me, coaxing wetness out as my other hand cupped, caressed, and softly rolling the nipple between fingers. I could feel the warmth and tension building inside. My breath came out in panting moans. The climax rolled over me like a tsunami. I fell forward, still on my knees, body shaking, screaming into the grass. I could not move. I felt myself convulsing around my still inserted fingers, causing more waves of ecstasy, but I could not control myself enough to pull out. Again and again, I came.
Finally, I managed to pull my hands away, falling to the side, body still shaking. I lay there in the grass, eyes closed, enjoying the warmth from both inside and the sun, the caress of the breeze on my skin.
Then the voice broke the relative silence.
“Should I come back later?” The voice was deep, rough, touched with obvious amusement.
Chapter 3 - Meeting the Neighbors
My body tensed, fear, surprise, and post-orgasm lassitude fighting over control. With a cleansing breath, I opened my eyes and looked toward the voice. Confusion sat down at the emotional table as I looked at who… or what… had intruded on my private moment.
“Um… hello,” I stammered as I rolled up to my knees, brushing the grass off my arm and side while looking over my… guest. The being looked like the war form of werewolves I had seen in movies and games. It (“he”, I amended as my eyes swept between his legs) stood over eight feet tall, covered in fur that shifted between dark gray and black. Eyes holding intelligence, curiosity, and amusement sat above a muzzle showing teeth that should have been frightening. The grin could have been mistaken as a threat if I hadn’t lived with dogs my entire previous life. His arms were crossed across his chest, as he stood, observing.
I chuckled, sighing as I got to my feet. No use in modesty at this point. I went to the water pump next to the storage and filled a bucket, using my hands and the water to wipe myself down quickly, dumping the rest over my head. I refilled the bucket and smiled back at the wolfman.
“My apologies for not welcoming you properly sooner, but I was… well… you probably noticed.” I could feel the blush and pushed on, pulling my wet red hair back over my shoulder. I stopped for a moment, looking at my hair for the first time. “Huh, always liked red hair.” I shook my head, letting my hair fall and looked back at my guest, still waiting patiently about four steps into the clearing from the treeline. “Anyway, I’m Alex. Would you like to come in for a bit? I don’t have much in way of refreshments yet, but I have water, at least.”
The wolf chuckled, but did not move. “You are awfully trusting. Warriors in full armor and bristling with weapons tense when seeing my kind. A beautiful naked woman inviting me into her house? Not something I expect.”
My blush deepened some at his words, at the rumbling tone, and the feel of his eyes. It was all I could manage to not let my knees buckle again. I could not control the additional moisture between my legs.
I cleared my throat. “To be honest, I just woke up in this body this morning. I am still getting used to it. I had a long life before today, so fear is something I may need to relearn.”
The wolf chuckled, shook his head, and started following me. “I am called Shadefang. I am a hunter from the wolfen tribe just south of here. I was on patrol and noticed a clearing and dwelling here on the edge of our territory that was not here yesterday, and came to investigate.” He ducked through the door, turning his shoulders to make it in. He looked around, interested but concerned.
I looked at him, looked around, and noted the problem. “Right. Maybe we can sit outside. The house is built to my scale, not yours.” Shadefang smiled, nodded, and worked his way back out onto the edge of the porch, lowering himself to sitting, his tail tucked to the side. I watched the play of muscles under his fur. I shook myself and headed to the cupboard. I grabbed two cups and filled them quickly from the bucket.
I turned and stopped. On the table was a platter of meats and cheeses that had not been there a moment before. There was also a pitcher, condensation beading on the sides. I sniffed and stood in shock. I dumped the cups back into the bucket, picked up the pitcher and platter, and headed back out onto the porch. I sat down on the edge, putting the platter and pitcher between Shadefang and I. He looked down at the platter, then at me quizzically.
I shrugged. “I can only guess that magic was involved.” I poured a cup from the pitcher, tasting it and sighing. Tea, unsweetened and the perfect strength. “Tea?” I offered. “I don’t know if it would be harmful for you, because of the caffeine. I can get you some water, if you prefer.”
Shadefang sniffed the pitcher, curious. “Leaves steeped in water and chilled. Interesting. I think I will try some.” I smiled and poured him a cup. He sipped it, considering the taste. “Interesting, indeed. Thank you,” he rumbled.
He looked down at me as I took some cheese and a slice of the meat from the platter, motioning that he was welcome to it. He copied my technique, wrapping a piece of cheese in a strip of meat before taking a bite. His eyes closed. “Oh, that is good.” He popped the rest in his mouth and chewed slowly, savoring the taste. I had to admit that the sharp cheddar and salami were excellent.
We ate quietly, enjoying the natural sounds of the forest. After a few moments, he turned to me. “You said that you woke up this morning in this form. What did you mean? You were something else before?”
I nodded, taking another sip of tea before speaking. “Yes. I was an old man, waiting to die after a very long and fulfilling life. Then Izanagi came to me and offered me a new life. I went to sleep there, and woke up here.”
The wolfen went very still. “You were male before, and now you are female?”
I nodded. “I was, and am. I was… exploring the… um… sensations of my new body. I apologize if it was… inappropriate.”
Shadefang chuckled. “The sensations must have been very pleasurable. I have seen similar reactions among the mates in my tribe.” I blushed again. “There is nothing inappropriate in feeling pleasure, though the timing may be suspect. This is not a safe area. This place borders not only my tribe’s territory, but those of the town and Panatra clans. The Panatra might consider you prey when in such a… compromised state, or may just watch to understand if you are prey or carry sickness or are just unusual. Their ways are never clear to the wolfen. I have heard stories about the townsfolk. Some are said to be kind, generous, and honorable. Others are… less so.” His look darkened at the last.
I nodded, chewing slowly. “Are the townsfolk all humans like… um…” I touched my ears quickly. “Like I think I am, or are they other kin?”
Shadefang chuckled, his eyes sweeping over my body again. “You certainly appear to be human to me. But, yes, there are other kin living in the town. Elves, dwarves, halflings, reptilians, among others. We are currently on the southern border of the human kingdom, almost to what they call the lawless lands. Those trying to hide or start over come here.”
“You seem to know quite a bit about the town.”
“Townsfolk come this way at times, looking for wood or game or herbs. I stop them at the border of our lands. Some like to share news and information. Others attack and are taught why that is a bad action.”
I nodded and stood. “Excuse me a moment. I need to make a few notes before I forget them.” I stepped inside and added a few things to my wish list, bending down over the table as I did. As I straightened and turned back to the door, I saw Shadefang watching me. The look in his gaze was very male, the kind I saw on construction workers back home when they watched a pretty woman walk by. The same look I had tried very hard not to give those same women. I blushed a little, enjoying the attention, but trying to derail the train of thought before it left the station.
I stepped back out onto the porch and sat down, taking a sip of my tea to try and hide my blush, then feeling silly. If wolfen were anything like the canines I knew before, their sense of smell was incredible. Shadefang knew exactly how I was feeling. I looked up at his face, focusing on it rather than allowing my curiosity to drift lower.
The wolfen grinned knowingly, but asked instead, “If I can ask, what was so important to write down?”
“Oh, a few things I seem to be missing here. Izanagi said he would try to have things I think of delivered if I ask by tomorrow evening.”
“You have talked about this Izanagi.” He rolled the name in his mouth, pronouncing the unfamiliar word carefully. “Who is he? A god?”
“I do not know all of his history. He is a spirit from Japanese lore. Japan is a land on the world I came from. Izanagi is said to be a spirit or god of rebirth or resurrection. I am not sure. He came to my bed in the hospital… a healing house, I guess it would be called here… and offered me a new life in a new place.” I gestured around and at myself. “And here I am.”
Shadefang looked around the clearing, then let his eyes slide along my body again. “Yes,” he murmured. “Here you are.” His eyes met mine, and my body went cold and flared hot at the same time.
Chapter 4 - Exploring sensations
I dropped my eyes, mouth going dry. What was wrong with me? I hadn’t felt like this since I had been a teenager. I was an old… I stopped, looking down at myself, then back at Shadefang. I was not an old man anymore. I was a young woman. I thought back to the details of the deal I made with Izanagi. We never specified age, but I was pretty sure this body was at least eighteen. I could feel heat building in my face- and quite a bit lower- as I thought… what? My eyes wandered along Shadefang’s body, wondering what it would feel like. My body shivered. Was I actually considering doing this? Was I really that kind of girl? I looked up into the wolfen’s eyes.
He sat quietly, a small grin on his muzzle, the heat in his eyes obvious. I took a sip of my tea, trying to work moisture back into my mouth. Softly, I whispered, “Shadefang, do you… um… have a… um… someone special? A mate, I guess might be the right word…” My voice trailed off, my blush deepening. I could not look away.
A soft growl rumbled in his chest as he slowly shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine. “I am not bonded. I have coupled with females of my tribe, but I am not committed to any.” He tilted his head slightly to one side. “Are you wanting to,” he smiled- damn him, “explore more sensations?” His last words came out in a growl that shot straight between my legs. His eyes closed as he inhaled deeply, seeming to savor the scent I knew I was suddenly giving off.
I dropped my eyes again, looking intently into the cup in my trembling hands. I was terrified: of what I wanted; of how it might hurt; of how wonderful it might feel; of the overwhelming need I was suddenly feeling. I could not voice any of this. All I could do is nod slightly. I started as I felt his finger trace along the side of my jaw, under my chin, carefully lifting my gaze to meet his.
“This is the first day in your body, and you wish to couple with a male of another kin? To defile yourself with what your kind call monsters?” His tone was soft, careful.
I swallowed, tried to speak, swallowed again. “It is not defiling. Pleasure freely given, freely taken, is not… dirty or wrong. If you don’t want to…” I stammered.
Shadefang chuckled, the sound stoking my lust hotter. “Alex, I had to stop myself from taking you when you were on the ground before. It would be my honor to be the first to give you pleasure.”
I whimpered, putting my cup down awkwardly, spilling it, not carrying. I slid the platter out of the way, scooting closer. My eyes never left his as I ran my hands along his body, his fur soft and almost hot to the touch, the muscles underneath hard and defined. I felt him shiver, felt his growl. I crawled onto his lap, straddling him. His eyes widened in surprise as we were almost face to face. His hand, wrapped around my waist, completely encircling me.
I carefully reached down between our bodies, feeling that he was excited and ready. My hand barely reached all the way around his girth, and I felt the first twinge of worry.
“Just take it slow,” I thought to myself. The wolfen’s cock was hot, slick, pulsing. I positioned it purely by feel, moaning and having to concentrate not to close my eyes when it touched my folds. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, felt him start to enter me. As his shaft began to stretch me open, I orgasmed, biting my lips closed to keep from screaming, my body shaking.
Shadefang did not move, did not apply pressure in any way, letting me control this. I could see the strain in his eyes, even through the haze of my lust. Once I was sure his cock would go where we both wanted it, I braced both hands on his chest, using my legs to lower myself, impaling myself.
“Oh, god… oh, god… oh, fuck…” I panted between whimpers and moans. I wanted to just slam myself down, to bury him deep inside of me, but some semblance of control pointed out how that might be a bad idea. So I endured the slow, exquisite torture of sliding farther and farther onto him.
Finally, I felt my hips seat fully against him. I felt so full, so hot, so… good. I tried to lift myself, to start working him in and out of me, and found I couldn’t. The sensation was too much. All I could do was shift my hips, and even that sensation caused me to collapse against his chest, moaning, shaking. If this was how my wife had felt when we made love, I could definitely understand why she enjoyed it. I tried to pick a rhythm, moving my hips back and forth, making small figure eights, anything. I couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think. My body just started moving on its own.
Then Shadefang growled, lifting me just a little as his hips bucked. I screamed into his chest, my arms wrapping around him, fingers digging into the fur on his sides, which is all I could reach. I felt sudden warmth inside of me, filling me even more than before. I felt his shaft pulsing. I realized he had just cum inside of me, his semen spilling into me, expanding me even more than his cock already had. The thought and feelings sent another round of orgasms crashing over me. I screamed more, muffled against his soft furred chest.
I must have lost consciousness at some point as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure crashed over me. When I could think again, Shadefang was laying flat on his back on the porch. I was sprawled against him, my face just below his pects. One of his hands was on the small of my back, the other tracing small circles between my shoulders. I could still feel his cock inside me, feel our combined juices starting to leak from around him. I opened my eyes, but could not focus.
“Oh, my fucking god,” I croaked.
“Are you well?” he whispered.
I laughed, another shock of pleasure running through me at the motion. “If that is defilement, then may I be cursed for eternity,” I managed to pant. “I can’t move, but my hips are starting to hurt.”
He chuckled, causing another round of aftershocks in us both. His hands wrapped around my waist again. “Are you prepared?” I whimpered something that must have sounded like accent, because he lifted me firmly off of him, moving me farther up his body as he slipped out of me. I moaned, shivered, my body going boneless again. Gently, he reached down to position my legs closer to straight. “Better?” I nodded weakly against his chest.
Once his cock was not acting as a block, the fluids inside of me gushed out. I giggled at the sound, even as I shuttered at the feeling. Somehow, I found the strength to lift myself off of him. I used the porch railing to get to my feet, noticing the satisfied smile on the wolfen’s muzzle. I could not be angry, because I was definitely satisfied. I stumbled to the water pump, looking around for the bucket a few moments before remembering it was inside. I still felt spunk spilling down my thighs, and did not want to have to clean the floor. With a shrug, I pumped water into my hand and started wiping myself down.
I looked over and saw Shadefang was sitting up, watching me. I suppressed a pique at his being able to move so easily so soon, remembering how quickly I had recovered as a male. I could see his fur was starting to matt with our drying fluids on his hips and legs. With a sigh, I waved him over.
“Come here, let me wash you off before your fur gets all crusty.”
“My fur does not get… crusty… from coupling,” he grumbled.
“Have you ever coupled with her on top of you?”
He thought about it. “No. I have never experienced it that way. It was unusual, and quite pleasurable.” He stood, walking over. “I enjoyed seeing the expressions on your face, and the feel of your hands in my fur when you…” he stopped, looking for the word.
“Orgasmed? Climaxed? Came?” I offered, starting to use handfuls of water to rinse his fur.
“Are those the human words for that?” He looked thoughtful. “Climax. That is a good de***********ion. Yes. I liked watching you climax.” His cock, which had mostly retracted into him, started growing again.
“Yes, I can see that you liked that,” I whispered, watching the pale red organ start making its appearance again. I glanced up, licking my lips, suddenly curious. He looked down at me, a bit of confusion creasing his brows.
“What are you-” his words cutting off as I moved forward, wrapping my lips around the growing shaft. His hand went instinctively to the back of my head and stopped.
My mind went blank. The feel of his hot cock against my lips and tongue, the taste of him, the lingering scent of both of us. I moaned, shuddering, suddenly ready again. A small voice in the void of my consciousness called me wanton, a slut, insatiable. My body figuratively gave that voice the finger. I needed him inside me again. Now.
I slowly backed my mouth off of him. His cock did not fall, but stood straight out from his body. I slowly leaned back onto my hands so I could look up at his face. I smiled, feeling the naughtiness in the curve of my lips. The fire had rekindled in his eyes, wilder this time as he saw that there was no reluctance in my posture this time. I felt a soft growl in my own chest as I rolled over onto my hands and kneels, slowly crawling away from him, swaying my hips as I looked at him over my shoulder.
I watched his internal fight in the tension of his shoulders, how his lips started to lift, his eyes locked on my ass. He wanted this, wanted me, but was desperately grasping his last threads of civility.
I did not want civil, or careful, or considerate. I wanted the beast this time. I wanted him to take me. I stopped crawling, stretching my arms out in front of me, pressing my chest to the grass, separating my knees slightly. Presenting myself for him.
That did it. With a growl that was almost a roar, he moved forward. He grasped my hips, using his grip to put me in the right position. There was nothing careful or patient about it this time. He shoved his entire length into me in one thrust. I screamed, lifting my head. There was pain, going from empty to absolutely full so quickly, but that pain quickly transmuted to pleasure.
The wolfen fucked me, hard, fast, mercilessly. I could feel his cock pushing deeper into me this time, stretching me in as well as wide. He was growing even bigger than the first time. He had my feet off the ground, my hands bracing me as I looked under my body to him. I could see my stomach distend with his every thrust.
All I could do was moan and scream. After what seemed an eternity, but all too soon, I started to feel him swell even more. Then I remembered. Canine. The knot. Oh, fuck. When I had been riding him, he lifted me just before the end. This time, he was in full rut. The shock of terror somehow fed the lust, and I came again, harder. I felt a final thrust, felt my muscles clamp down around him. I felt him release, filling me again with his hot semen. He still tried to pump, but his motions were limited. He had grown enough to lock against the inside of my hips. He could pull himself out, but it would quite possibly rip me apart.
I watched my belly swell with his seed, trapped inside of me. The site made me cum again, the convulsing of my body milking more out of him, swelling me more. The wolfen dropped to his kneels, his hands bracing him to either side of my body, his hot breath against the top of my head. I moaned and whimpered, pushing back against his hips again. The feel of his fur against my back, my thighs, the fullness of him inside of me. I moaned, whined, climaxing over and over again.
He growled over my, panting. “If you keep moving, I will not be able to release you.” His voice was deeper, barely understandable.
I could not help myself. My body was no longer under my conscious control. I kept moving my hips, leaning over and biting his arms, lifting myself to press against his chest.
He growled again, muzzle getting very close to my ear. “Alex… you must stop.”
I craned my neck, kissing his muzzle. “What am I,” I half whispered, half growled.
“You are Alex…” he managed. “My friend… My neighbor.”
I pushed back against him again, trying to tighten down around him, trying to stroke him inside of me. “What… am… I… Wolfen?” I growled each word, pulsing with each syllable.
“My… friend… my… lover…” he growled. I pulsed one more time and he howled, his hips pushing forward. His jaws locked softly around the back of my neck. I went still, shivering. He released my neck and growled into my ear softly. “You are my bitch.”
That was it. I climaxed again, dropping and screaming into the grass, fingers digging into the earth.
Chapter 5 - Aftermath
I don’t know how long we stayed there, Shadefang on his hands and knees over me, my hips hanging from his, my chest on the ground, both of us panting. Eventually, I felt his knot shrink enough for me to slip off of him. I hit the ground and just lay flat. He moved and lay on his side, facing me. We just laid there, looking at each other. I could feel more of his spunk leaking from me. Oddly, it did not feel as if as much was coming out this time.
I looked at Shadefang’s eyes and saw something behind them. Shame? Sadness? I worked my way up to my elbows. “What’s wrong Shadefang?”
“I have dishonored you,” he whispered.
I blinked. “You what?”
“I dishonored you,” he repeated.
I blinked again. “How?”
He lowered his eyes. “I took you like a beast. I.. said things. I treated you like a… breeding bitch.”
I scooted over, pressing my side against his chest. “I wanted you to. I teased you, coaxed you, presented myself to you. I loved every second of it. Thank you.” I leaned down and kissed the side of his muzzle.
He looked up at me, surprised.”You are not offended? Not hurt? Not ashamed?”
I laughed, my body shivering from another memory. “I am not offended or ashamed. I am probably going to be sore, but I am not injured. I played to your triggers. I wanted you to try and breed me like a bitch. I should be the one apologizing for using you.”
The wolfen shifted, lifting up onto one elbow, staring at me. “Why would you do that? Why…” He trailed off in confusion.
I smiled, rolled onto my side and snuggled my back against his chest. “I lived a long life before. I died without any regrets, having lived well. That said, there were things that I wanted to experience, things I was curious about. Things I could not do because I was a man. Now I am a woman, and I can experience those things. You have given me that gift. You gave me those experiences. So, thank you.”
He was still for a long time, then wrapped his arm around me and laid his head down again. His voice came out confused. “You are not angry that I claimed you as my… bitch?”
I turned my head to look at him. “Does being your ‘bitch’ mean you cannot find a true mate? A bond with your own kind?”
He shook his head. “No. It only means that other males must have my permission to enter you. You are under my protection, and my control to a certain point.”
I snuggled deep into him. “We will have to discuss just how far that control goes if I ever visit your tribe.”
Shadefang was quiet for a long time. “What if,” he asked quietly, “come full with my pups?”
I looked down at my body, seeing my belly still slightly swollen with his seed. I shrugged. “Then I guess it will be longer before I visit town, and I will get introduced to your tribe that much sooner.”
He went very still, and I looked up at him. His face was comical. A warform wolf in shock.
“You would not purge your womb?” he whispered. “You would birth our young?”
I shrugged again. “I don’t see why not. If I can, that is. I don’t know if you can get me pregnant. I don’t even know if this body CAN get pregnant. There were a lot of details I did not discuss with Izanagi. My wife always complained about my not understanding what she felt when having our children. If I do get pregnant, that will be more experiences I get to have. But that is tomorrow’s problem. ‘Sufficient unto each day are the evils therein.’”
Shadefang placed a hand on my belly, gentle and warm. I smiled. We lay quietly for a while.
Suddenly, my body decided that it had been full long enough. I scrambled to my feet. “Sorry. I need to find a tree or something.” I started toward the house, then stopped. I sure as hell was not going to make it to the privy hole. I shuffled behind the house, leaning my back against the wall. I gushed, a combination of urine and wolfen seed. I sighed in relief at the drop in internal pressure. My belly visibly flattened out.
When I was fairly sure I was empty, I stood and made my way back to the water pump. Shadefang had rolled over to watch me, amusement on his face again. I used the water to clean myself again. I smiled at the wolfen. “You should probably clean yourself off this time. I wouldn’t want to make you lose control again so soon.”
He laughed, rolling to his hands and feet, scampering forward and snapping at me playfully. I laughed and ran to the porch, with him following close behind. I sat quickly, keeping my knees closed somewhat demurely. Shadefang sat next to me, pulling the platter around onto his lap and wrapping an arm around me. I snuggled into his embrace, then popped a piece of cheese into my mouth, chewing contentedly.
I thought about my first day of my new life. I had walked around in a strange forest naked, masturbated, been claimed as a fucktoy by an eight foot tall werewolf. All before noon.