The Wolf Who Stole The Hunter's Wife

Agatha ran through the thickets of the forest with heavy and hurried steps. The metal rings on her boots clacked and clinked as it shook with every paced step she takes. The huntress's eyes squinted through the dim forest. The sun was just rising, and she wanted to catch something, a boar. Or maybe even a deer.

Rumors had been circling around their small village, and it brought back sparks in everyone's eyes. It was just a festival before. The Gladiator Run for the Lobo, and now - the myth, the Legend became their reality when the Alpha released his aura around the Kingdom, protecting everything where his Aura touches. Even the meadows, the animals and the life-giving rivers.

She and her husband, Tyrone always won the cup. Meaning, the King and Queen will be sitting next to them during the feast.

Agatha grabbed the bow from her back, snatching two arrows from behind as well when she spotted a boar. With a grunt, the Huntress stopped and laxed her strong thighs and legs. Positioning herself to release the nook of the arrow.

As she released the nook, it threw thin and pale shadows through the trees, the wind whooshed from the arrow's release, the harsh wind caused by its speed. And even as she heard the cry of the boar - Agatha kept her senses alert, her footsteps soft against the ground, minding the crisp leaves and the dry twigs.

Agatha could feel it in her bones. She felt it the day she was assigned to watch the thing, the monster called 'Shadows.' Something was watching her since then.

Something was always tracking her and was always following her scent.

'But what?!' She mentally asked herself as she looked around. 'A cat's footsteps are lighter than air, and a boar's stench is easy to spot.' Agatha continued to speculate on her mind.

That was until she saw a tail. Thick and brown.

Her eyes widened, straightening her back. Her hold on the bow and arrow tightened.

"A wolf?" She said aloud even though she wasn't that sure. A wolf's scent had always been foreign to them. Even when a beast was declared as King, he did not smell of one.

Calleb Shaldan had always been described to smell like the forest and the mountain grass, and his Luna... Accashia smelled of vines and flowers.

But this wolf carried the scent of a human.

"How many men have you killed?" Agatha hissed, raising her bow again.

The Huntress wasn't afraid. She had her bow and arrow latched on her back. And a sharp knife tucked on the side of her right boot. The huntress wanted to run towards the boar, toss it up to her shoulders and make a run back to her home - but Agatha knew that wasn't so smart.

Her hunting the boar was probably the reason why swhy he was being tracked in the first place. "I should leave it here then." She said to herself aloud then put down the bow and arrow.

It's a sin to kill a wolf after all. Wolves are an endangered species and considered as messengers to the Spirit world.

The Huntress decided to leave the boar as offering, but then a strong gust of wind made the hair on her neck stand up. It shocked Agatha, turning her into a huge mess.

"FUCK!" She cursed when she miscalculated her steps. She ended up sprawled face first into the ground, the bow and arrow felt sharp and painful against her back. The leaves and twigs crunched under her body. A few arrows broke from the impact as well.

"Ah, shit." Agatha cursed again, feeling the sting on her back.

The Huntress placed her hands against the ground, prompting herself up. But when she picked herself up and managed to sit up. Agatha gasped, and was frozen in place.

Just a few feet away stood a large, brown wolf. Its brown and fawn fur formed a collar at its shoulders.

Agatha couldn't move, and she dared not to. For the wolf was big, and it didn't look like the ordinary wolves she saw in the paintings of the Shaman. The wolf on the paintings reached up to a normal person's hip. But this one is taller than her. It's as big as a bear. The Huntress swallowed, and felt a sting on her throat from the building panic she's feeling inside.

The wolf stared at her, right at her eyes. All Agatha could think about was calling her husband for help, but she couldn't scream.

"Don't come any closer."

The Huntress pushed herself up, her thighs still shaking. She bent to pick up her bow, and the wolf growled. It bared its white, sharp teeth. And its fangs were sharp as blades.

Agatha took a deep breath, remembering what was taught to them by the Shaman named Azucena. Surrender. She held out her empty hands and showed her palm. And right after she did that, the Huntress cursed herself, thinking of how stupid she was for the wolf was walking towards her, one paw after another.

She tried her best to stare at the wolf in the eye. They looked... different. And she was told that wolves were supposed to have blue eyes. This one had auburn eyes. The same color of leaves during the fall. The same color of the river after the landslide - and the same color of rusted nails.

'How odd.' Agatha whispered to herself after staring the beast in the eye. It's as if she knows it. "What are you doing here?" She asked through a whisper.

The wolf froze and snarled at her, snapping its jaws.

"What do you want?" She asked again.

And this time, instead of asserting dominance, the beast walked closer to her. It ran its black nose towards her stomach, up to her chest - along her arms then back to her breast. Agatha took a sharp deep breath when the wolf smelled her womanhood. And she had to use every ounce of self control on her body to stop herself from petting the beast. All she wanted was to run her fingers against that fur. To see if it's as soft as it looks.

Suddenly, the beast stepped back and it snarled at her again. It snapped its jaws at her and then took off until all the Huntress could see was a blur of brown and white in the streams of morning sun.

When the wolf was no longer there, Agatha let out a relieved gasp. The sun blinded her after the darkness of the forest. But then something... a voice resounded on her head saying,

"Woman... you are mine. No one can ever have you. No one can touch what is mine."

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As they ran back to the rock cavern, Mike scolded the brown wolf the moment he transformed.

Mike frowned, groaning right after. He was beginning to adapt to Mael's beastly behaviors. "Why did you approach her like that, Mael?! You promised we will only watch her from afar! How could you get into her head like that, you stupid wolf!"

Mael huffed. 'Because I like the way she smells.' The wolf mumbled.

"Her smell?" Mike asked. "You're so weird.", whining right after. "And such a liar! You deceived me - again!"

'I did not deceive you! I never deceive anyone! I simply move by instinct.'

Placing his hands around his waist, Mike sighed then his cheeks began to heat up. The young man just realized he was naked. During the transformation, his clothes would be ruined and torn into shreds. Mike lowered his hands, covering his private parts and suddenly felt awkward.

He had no idea what would happen next. Agatha saw Mael. They were only stalking her for weeks, watching her hunt in the forest.

Now what do we do?" Mike asked Mael and the awkward moment left as Mael spoke, giving the most ridiculous answer.

'I will bite her!'

"Are you not listening to my lectures, Mael?! I told you, she's married!" Mike screamed on top of his lungs. Good thing they're alone, or else, the woman from their village would endlessly gossip about him again.

'And I told you many times we kill the Hunter!' Was Mael's answer. 'He's weak! Like a flea on my back. Once we kill him, I bite Agatha.'

"Agatha almost shot us with her bow and arrow, dumbass!"

Mael tilted his head to the side and scratched his head. 'But she did not. Because she heard my voice. She felt it too, that she's mine to claim.'

Mike closed his eyes upon hearing Mael chattering on his mind, snapping his jaws and enjoying himself for making Mike's life miserable.

'I know you feel it too... that Agatha is ours. You feel attracted to her. Have you forgotten, I can read your thoughts, feel what you feel. I am you, idiot.'

Mike's body stiffened and couldn't talk back.

'She is our mate, Mike, son of the Late Beta, Donbrock.' Mael said. 'She is our fate, and the moon goddess has spoken. I need to claim her.'

Mike sighed. "Whatever. Do what you want."

The image of the brown wolf stayed in Agatha's mind for days. Three days had passed, and she still couldn't forget his auburn eyes. The day of the announcement of the Betas had arrived. The commander general for the Kingdom of Shaldan, the greatest honor to be received from those who are said to be Descendants of the Beast.

The Sorceress from the Valley of Karoonah displayed the most beautiful fireworks when Mike was announced as Beta. As well as the young woman named Burnice and a man named Zafari.

Agatha tried to Celebrate along with the others, but a confusing feeling riddled her mind when Tyrone gave her a kiss on the cheeks.

'You're mine!' The voice spoke again in her mind. In the end she pushed Tyrone away with all of her strength, making her husband fall on the ground.

The people around them stopped cheering. They were usually a happy couple. But since she saw the wolf, she detested Tyrone's touch. As if his fingers burned against her skin. "I - I'm sorry." Was all Agatha could say.

"Why the fuck did you push me, Agatha." Tyrone hissed. "It was just a kiss."

The Huntress rolled her eyes. If Tyrone was confused, then so be it. All she knows is she didn't want any of it. But she still respected her husband. He is the pride of their village after all. They are 'The Power Couple.'

"Nothing." Was her reply with a smile. "I just don't feel like kissing. That's all."

From afar, The Alpha named Calleb walked towards Mike and gave him a sword. A black blade. It was made from the same material as the Luna uses as a weapon.

'What an honor!' A woman in her twenties shrieked. 'What a good man!'

'I know.' Another one chimed in.

'Burnice was the Hunchback before right? And Zafari was mute, now look at him!'

The teenagers giggled and chattered next to the couple. 'You can have Zafari. I want Mike!'

'I wonder who his girlfriend is... Lucky!'

After hearing so many women desiring the Beta, Agatha had to remind herself continuously that she's married to Tyrone. But when she imagined the wolf laying and bedding her - the Huntress wasn't so sure anymore.

'I can quench your desires in ways he couldn't.' The cool voice insinuates sinfully in her ears again.

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"We are trying to conceive, Mother." She heard Tyrone whisper as their family left the ceremony. "We were talking about it last week. I think Agatha and I are ready to have kids."

"Oh what a happy day!" Dhesali squealed. "I want a girl this time. I hope you two have a girl! Boys are a handful! And I've had enough of taking care of you and your brothers." The middle aged woman teased.

Tyrone laughed, closing his eyes as he did. Agatha could only listen as her husband's mother teased her about getting pregnant soon.

"I just want my son to be happy."

Agatha simply smiled and said, "And I'm doing my best to make sure that he is."

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The next day came, Tyrone stood on his knees to worship his beautiful wife in bed. Agatha's legs sprawled up in the air as her husband's tongue licked and ran against her clit. He paid attention to that special spot that makes Agatha's eyes roll back, until the hair on her skin stands up and she fists the sheets.

"Tyrone - wait!" Agatha placed her hand against Tyrone's head, pushing him away. Luccid and dark thoughts were circling her head.

An image of a brown wolf appeared on her mind. Angry and snapping it's jaws at her, calling her, "mine."

"Tyrone..." She called again. But the hunter won't budge and continued the ministrations instead.

The woman bit her lips in irritation and pushed him a bit more - this time using more force. "I said -" And Tyrone fell back until his back was touching the floor " -wait."

The Hunter wanted to scream and lash on his wife. They've talked about this, dreamed of this. They'd talked about having a child of their own someday, and this was it. They were finally ready. But then Agatha was acting strange. Tyrone held back his tears, though he was strong he had always been emotionally unstable.

Agatha was his rock. But now, the rock that served as the foundation of their relationship was seemingly crumbling away.

'But why?' Tyrone asked himself.

"Did I do something wrong?" Tyrone stood up and whispered in Agatha's ear. "Did you not like what I was doing?" Tyrone smiled and licked her ears, nibbling it right after. "Tell me."

Agatha smiled then shook her head. "Nothing. You're good at fucking. You're amazing."

"Then what's wrong?" Tyrone asked, and he was obviously pissed. "Tell me what's wrong! I'll fix it, I'll make it better."

"I told you it's nothing." Agatha lied, for when she said it, she averted her eyes from Tyrone's own. She can't lie to those eyes. Not when he's not doing anything wrong. "You're perfect. Really, you are."

Tyrone opened his mouth to say something else. He and Agatha had been married for so long that he knows when she's lying. And he knows it's not good to pry whenever she is. Because that means she's lying for the sake of their marriage.

For the sake of their happiness.

"And you are, too."

Agatha glanced down at Tyrone, letting out a soft and sympathetic smile. "I'm not."

There was an odd silence between the husband and wife. Tyrone stared at his beautiful wife, while Agatha stared off at a far distance. Something was definitely on her mind.

"Maybe we will try tomorrow?" Tyrone asked.

And the question sounded painful in Agatha's ears. An act of duty that she must fulfill. "Okay."

Tyrone pulled Agatha close to him, until she was down on the cold floor as well. He pulled her in for a warm embrace, his strong chest cradling her in. The Hunter kissed the top of her head, whispering words of love and adoration. He was sweet, warm and loving. Sweet since the day they met.

"I'll be going to the feast." Tyrone told his wife. "I'll dress up first. You can follow me, if you want."

Agatha merely hummed, watching her husband dress himself up then went out of their room. She listened as his footsteps banged against the wooden floor until it reached a null. The door opened and closed, signaling that the Hunter was gone.

"This can't go on." Agatha said to herself carefully. "Maybe I should consult someone."

She kept talking to herself. Her mind was wandering in circles. Agatha's throat closed up and she blinked back tears. "Is my marriage failing?" Her voice cracked as she asked no one, talking to the woman in the mirror. She had to clear her throat before speaking again. "Am I... Am I cursed by the wolf that I passed by?"

"I raised my weapon against him." Her eyes widened, and her breathing was getting short and erratic. "I - I upsetted the gods?!" She cried. "Oh no... Oh no, no,no,no,no!"

Agatha cried out loud until she heard a voice.

'You are not upsetting any god.' The cold and deep voice spoke. 'But you upset me. How could you let yourself be defiled by him when you are mine - mine!'

Agatha gasped and began to look around like a crazy woman. "Who are you?!" She screamed, standing up from the floor wearing nothing. "Why are you doing this to me?!"

The Huntress ran out of the room when the voice on her head disappeared. She wants it to stop, and let her be at peace. "Why are you torturing me?!"

'Why would I torture something that's mine - woman, torturing you is not what I want."

The Huntress breathed in, putting on a brave face. "Then what do you want?!"

The wolf named Mael chuckled and said, 'You.'

Agatha's eyes widened, her hands going up to her mouth to cover it. "What. Wha---what are you saying?" She stuttered, her eyes still examining the room. Wishing she'll see the being that's playing with her mind, body and soul. "I am not yours... I am not owned by anybody! Not even by my husband!"

The wolf laughed again, the sound of jaw snapping sounded so loud in Agatha's head, causing the young woman to grit her teeth and close her eyes.

'Human beings are funny...'

"And you're not!"

Agatha heard the wolf growl, and the sound made her shudder. She did not feel fear, but something dark. Something that she did not expect to feel for the beast. It was a feeling similar to hunger. A feeling similar to intense thirst.

When the beast growled and licked its snout in her mind Agatha shook her head.

'Come to the forest if you want clarity.' The Beast named Mael whispered in her fuzzy mind, and his voice almost sounded sultry. Alluring. Pulling her in. 'I'll meet you at the Eklitel tree.'

In the shadowy light of the moon, Agatha sees the only strip of bare skin on the brown wolf. She held her breath when her leg felt the wolf's hanging organ between its hind legs. Agatha bravely slides her hand through the soft fur surrounding it and lightly touches the heated skin. It was thick and the shape was odd, like the tip was a coil.

And the action somewhat made the wolf even more crazed. And its drive intensified.

Agatha knows it's not wise to listen to a voice inside her head. She knows that it's the most irrational thing. Almost stupid. Ridiculous and somewhat childish. But Listening to the wolf's voice could also mean release. Not only that, but her relationship with her husband could go back to normal. Heated. Passionate. And they could begin a new chapter in their life as a family.

Tyrone loves her. She knows he does.

And for Agatha, once all of this is over, she's willing to go back to that kind of love. But then... she can't deny the disintegrating appeal of her husband. She always had a thing for strong men who liked being in charge. And the bossy beast inside her head tickles the submissive vixen hiding beneath the amazonian facade.

While her husband is happily drinking with other hunters at the feast. Agatha was carefully threading through the forest, looking for the beast. The Huntress climbs from the pile of metals and scraps from the old Castle, and with one last push - Agatha staggers out from the meadow into the darkest part of the forest. The only part of the Forest where the huge Eklitel tree grows.

As she runs, Agatha could hear the wolf's chattering and snapping its jaws in excitement. The wolf was howling in her mind.

'Faster... run as fast as you can!' The wolf snapped. 'Come to my arms, my woman.'

As soon as the tree was in her line of sight, Agatha stopped on her tracks and just stared at the wolf that's sitting on the root of the tree. It was waiting for her patiently. And when the wolf noticed her presence, its ears raised and snapped its jaws in excitement.

She had spent so many hours memorizing the patterns of white within the thick brown fur. Agatha could only imagine how it felt against her skin. The way the wolf moves and the way it runs as it disappears into the mountains.

Agatha realized she had never obsessed about Tyrone this way. And she never deemed that her body would feel so hot after seeing such a beast, such an animal.

Mike growls and yanks at the chain holding him to a tree. He whimpers, sad and low, and Agatha smiles before limping close enough to touch.

'You're late!' The beast growled in her mind and it made Agatha gasp. ''I've waited for you for so long... my Agatha.'

Mael, the brown beast, got up from his rest. In a span of a second, he was in front of the Huntress. Agatha barely had time to compose herself when the wolf licked her cheek. The beast's velvety tongue ran against her neck right after.

Instinctively, Agatha wrapped her arms around the beast's neck. She wondered why the tongue of the wolf felt so good against her skin, and she hummed in satisfaction. The brown beast was attempting to lick every inch of her exposed skin. With every lick and soft nibble, Agatha couldn't get enough. The Huntress begins to take off her clothes, throwing off her boots and her underwear.

Agatha's nipple hardened against the cold chilly air. She gasped when the wolf licked her breast, and only realized how sick and insane she was acting until she moaned. Agatha was in utter disbelief that a beast made her feel this good, and it was just a few licks and nibbles.

What more if...

"I don't normally do this," Agatha whispered. "I... I'm married and I'm not this kind of woman. But I... there's something about you that I -"

To shut her up, the wolf licked her face. And when the tongue of the wolf rolled against her mouth, the Huntress unconsciously wrapped her arms around the beast's head again.

It's as if Agatha was placed under a spell. A spell that made the beast irresistible to her.

To her surprise, the first thing the beast called Mael did was to stare at her green eyes. "What are you looking at?" She asked the wolf with a shy smile.

And it responded with a loud and excited, 'I like your eyes. Your hair and your scent. I like the way you smell.'

Then the wolf begins to lick her naked body. It licked the parts where her eyes rolled on the back of her head, until her fingers were tugging on the fur of the wolf.

Mael pushes her down by nudging on her stomach gently. Agatha landed on the dry forest ground with a soft thud. With her legs sprawled and her entrance exposed, the beast's tongue begins to trail up from her lower thigh to her clit. Its tongue rolls around Agatha's clit and pushes against her entrance.

"Feels good." The Huntress moaned and let out another whimper when the sinful tongue pushed in. Agatha clutched at the soft fur at Mael's stomach and lifted her legs. The wolf's body was shaking, and the Huntress was quite upset that she wasn't being devoured yet.

The beast's tongue stayed and lapped on her clit, circling and teasing her womanhood. Agatha bit her lips, trying to surprise loud moans and whimpers. She doesn't want to be heard by anyone or anything. Not when a wolf was doing amazing things between her legs.

Not wanting anyone to see that she's enjoying this when it's a wolf giving her this intense pleasure.

Tyrone was the kind of man that loves to please Agatha. Loves to pleasure her on the bed. And somehow, she knew that the wolf named Mael was ready to give the huntress something new and exciting. A mix of pain and pleasure. Where she screams and bleeds as she cums.

And Agatha somehow loved the idea to be that kind of woman for the beast.

"Ah..." The woman moaned then screamed when the tongue entered her. It was so thick and long. Was so pleasurable and yet painful. The sex was different.

And Agatha loved it.

The wolf shifts his body. The feel of soft fur on Agatha's skin felt so intoxicating. It's one of the few things that Agatha had always been so curious about. The moment she laid eyes on the wolf, she always imagined being taken and fucked by the beast.

"Mael." The Huntress utters the wolf's name in an alluring whisper. "Take me...and mark me as yours."

The beast growled, and Agatha yelped. The huntress froze on the spot, fearing that she infuriated the beast. Not knowing that the wolf loved her touch. The beast did not stop licking her entrance, not until she's lubricated enough.

Dying of curiosity, Agatha peered down to see the thing between the wolf's legs. And when she saw it, the Huntress' eyes went wide. Not expecting to see something so big. A human erection doesn't compare. It made Agatha groan as she imagined being stretched beyond her imagination. She imagined how it would swell when it's inside of her, and how it would feel once the wolf took her.

And when the wolf was finally satisfied, the beast moved to align his shaft against the woman's entrance.

"Ah!" The Huntress screamed the moment the wolf's member entered her. Everything was so different, too different. Intoxicatingly different. It was different from Tyrone, from the touch of her husband. Tyrone doesn't fuck her like this. While Mael, the beast fucks her until she's seeing stars.

Agatha cants her hips with the wolf's thrust, getting a growl as a warning.

'No moving!' The wolf screamed. 'Hold still. Or you'll be hurt.'

It's a command so foreign but somehow, Agatha understands. She holds herself still, moaning and enjoying the motion of the wolf.

Then with the pleasure, comes an immense amount of pain. The organ inside her grew into something bigger. Bigger than what had pushed inside her.

Agatha's eyes went wide when the beast knotted inside her. "NO!" Agatha begins to push the creature away, and this time the bubble inside her head exploded. Once the knotting is complete --- she will be ruined. "No, stop! DON'T! I'm married! Please ----"

But the wolf did not listen. Instead, the brown beast bit her shoulders, its sharp teeth digging against the skin until it drew blood.

"NO!" Agatha screamed. "Let go --- fucking let go!" The Huntress cried out loud, feeling the organ pushing deeper and deeper inside. The organ swelled, stretched and knotted inside her.

The Huntress could only cry when something sharp pierced her on the inside. Twisting and turning. She felt something swelling again, and then it pierced. Making her cry out loud. It pierced even deeper until all could Agatha see was black.

As she slowly closed her eyes, the face of her husband flashed before her eyes, he was unhappy and looked completely heartbroken.

"Tyrone."

The wolf sunk its teeth even deeper upon hearing the hunters name, completing the mark and the binding.