A wild tale of a young girl called to protect her wolf clan...
If you read Red Phoenix, then you know my erotica is a little unconventional. That is made even more apparent when I write paranormal erotica. If you are expecting a normal wolf shifter story, you have another thing coming. Layla's story is inspiring, but part of the ritual she performs is TABOO. Do not read unless you have an open mind. I was quite shocked when the ending came to me. However, it totally made sense to the story so I remained true to her tale.
Warning: Only read if you can handle foursomes, a variety of sexual positions, and shifter sex.
Excerpt from the The Keeper of the Wolf Clan:
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She was led to the table where the four Alpha leaders sat. Layla sat down
in the honorary seat in the middle of the group, between Maska and Etan. Maska
took her hand and kissed it tenderly, “Welcome Keeper. We are proud to have you
with us tonight.”
Layla trembled inside at the intimate gesture, knowing that he might be
the one to take her tonight. She sat down and looked to her left. Etan actually
blushed when she caught his eye. “You look lovely,” he mumbled and then quickly
looked away. Layla wondered now if was going to be Etan who would claim her
virginity. He’d never been bashful around her before or called her “lovely”.
The thought scared her, but Layla knew he would be gentle - as gentle as he
could be for as big as he was.
Layla looked further down the table and saw Amari. He was staring back at
her with intensity. She could tell the Alpha was contemplating whether she was
capable of performing her duty. The expression on his face made her think he
was unsure, but he gave her an encouraging smile and went back to his food.
That left only one man, the one to the right of Maska. As much as Layla
didn’t want to look at him, her curiosity got the best of her. She tried to sneak
a peek without being caught, but Valen was staring straight at her - right into
her soul with those hateful green eyes. She quickly glanced down at her dinner
bowl. It was full of succulent meat, but there was no way she could eat.
Instead, Layla grabbed the cup of spirits in front of her. She took a tentative
taste and nearly spit it out. It was bitter and burned like fire down her
throat.
Maska smiled and held up his glass. “It’ll help with the evening if you
partake, Keeper.” He took a long gulp and burped afterwards. Layla shook her
head. Maska was crass, but in a charming way. She took another sip and it went
down easier. He winked at her.
Etan picked up his cup and the three drank in unison. The fire traveled
straight to her groin. Soon the area between her legs was tingling and wet. Layla
giggled when she took another sip and found she was all out. She looked around,
hoping someone would refill it.
Maska laughed and whispered in her ear, “You only get one, my dear. You
must be able to perform your duties and I think one more glass would take you
out.”
Layla pouted. The spirits relaxed her and made her body feel good, real good. Just a little more and she
would be able to face anything, even Valen. She looked down the line again and
stuck her tongue out at him.
Etan’s hand was on her arm in a flash. “No, Keeper. At all times you must
be respectful and dignified. What would your mother think?”
His words filled her with shame. Mika had always taken the role of Keeper
seriously and would not have approved of her behavior. “I’m sorry, Etan,” she
said in a hushed tone.
“I know you won’t let it happened again,” he said, just like a parent.
She glanced up looking for forgiveness. He smiled down at her with that big grin
and bushy beard, but she couldn’t miss the look of lust in his eye. Her heart
skipped a beat. He was definitely going to be the one.
When the full moon crested the horizon, the four stood up. It was their
cue for the Bonding Ritual to begin. Layla suddenly felt weak, her heart
threatening toburst. She stood up, bracing herself against
the chair. Valen walked over and offered his hand. She wanted to spit in his
face, but Layla took it and allowed herself to be led away.
She looked back only once. Layla saw her father standing still as a
statue, but her friend Triss threw her a kiss. She knew it was a good luck kiss
and it gave her courage. She was brave enough for this.
When they were outside the village, Layla tried to shake Valen’s hold on
her arm. His grip was strong and unyielding. “Let me go, Valen,” she
complained.
“Quiet,” Amira barked. “There will be no talking until we reach the ritual
area.”
Her nemesis led her to the Sacred Hill sporting a slight grin on his face.
Her anger towards him quelled her fears. Valen was probably acting as escort because
he was the lowest man in the totem pole. She had nothing to fear from him tonight,
he was just a pup among the Alphas. If Etan hadn’t been beside her, she would
have stuck her tongue out again.
By the time they reached the top of the hill, the moon had fully crested
over the horizon and was shining in all its glory. Moonlight was softer than
sunlight and gave everything a heavenly hue, including her hair. It glistened a
brighter white.
Once they came up to the altar, Valen let her go. Layla rubbed her arm
with a look of distaste. He snorted humorously, obviously not offended by her
calculated gesture.
The four faced her in a semi-circle. Amira spoke, being the elder of the
Alphas. “Layla, know that we loved your mother. We are devastated by her loss.
Layla’s bottom lip quivered. She could not trust herself to speak, so she
nodded her head.
“We are honored to have her daughter join us tonight as our new Keeper.”
She smiled uneasily, unsure what to say.
Amira’s tone became more official when he continued, “Do you come here of
your free will to perform the duties as the clan’s Keeper?”
Layla said confidently, “Yes, I do.”
“If at any time you are unwilling, you must speak up. The Ritual will end
and you will be free to go. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Amira, I understand.”
“Are you ready to begin?”
She was not nearly as confident when she answered, “Yes.”
Maska
came up behind her and slowly untied the laces on her gown. The dress fell
effortlessly onto the grass. Instinctively, she tried to cover herself with her
hands, but Maska took her wrists and gently pulled them down to her sides. Although
she had been naked before while she transformed, it felt different now with the
three men staring at her naked body. Layla was further embarrassed when she
looked down and saw that her nipples were hard from the cool night air.
The men
looked her over without shame.
