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Prologue:
In another time and dimension filled with magic and mysticism, an all-male race of werewolves known as Lycanders came to inhabit the natural world.
Co-existing with other supernatural creatures in the wilds of a vast and dense wilderness, the Lycander fought valiantly for his own survival against his biggest and most dangerous foe: Humans of the civilized world who hunted and killed their kind.
According to ancient lore, the Lycander race had evolved out of the union of two human males, damned to slavery by a malicious authoritarian ruler; a punishment bestowed upon them for the forbidden love that both men had shared for one another.
Indebting themselves to a powerful, omnipotent deity, the ancient, magical spirit had transformed the two men into beasts, enabling them to escape captivity.
Blessing them with the gift of procreation, the beasts had become capable of multiplying their numbers to seek revenge on their enslaver.
A thousand years later, the Lycander nation had evolved into fifteen different werewolf packs, individual groups of werewolves who either roamed the world as wanderers or set up encampments to house their numbers. Engaged in an ongoing battle with each other and the humans over territory and power, the Lycanders came to be known to the natural world as the Night Beasts.
In the Lycander hierarchy, at the top of the pyramid stood the Alpha. Being the most powerful and masculine member of all Lycander-kind, the Alpha was an exceedingly tall, preternaturally strong warrior, responsible for the safety and security of his entire pack. Possessing a genitalia that resembled a canine knot and penis, the Alpha took his subordinate Omega brother as a mate, engaging him in rut to produce offspring.
Just below the Alpha in the hierarchy stood the Beta. Though similar to his Alpha brother in his masculine ferocity, the Beta lacked the same physical size and strength. Working predominately as a laborer and civil servant to the pack, the Beta was also a warrior who defended his kind out on the battlefield.
More like the primitive human male he had evolved from, the Beta had a canine penis paired with human testicles. This left him incompatible to breed with an Omega. Under Lycander law, the Beta was banned from taking his Omega brother as a mate, forcing him to mate with his fellow Beta for companionship.
At the bottom of the Lycander hierarchy was the Omega. A smaller, meeker version of his Alpha and Beta werewolf brothers, the Omega was the same size and had the same strength of an average human male.
In place of a knot or testicles, the Omega possessed a pliable orifice that was only evident as a thin opening between his legs. Capable of being stretched greatly, inside of the orifice was a tiny canine shaft that expanded to the size of a thumb when the werewolf went into heat. This shaft expelled fluids that lubricated the orifice and emitted a pheromone that attracted both of his Alpha and Beta brothers.
Born with a sexual reproductive system that allowed him to be impregnated by an Alpha's seed, the Omega was capable of bearing offspring.
As a subordinate, the Omega was expected to yield to both of his Alpha and Beta brothers. Being the least strong of his kind, the Omega worked mostly as a domestic laborer and servant. He was also the predominant caregiver for the pups of his pack.
Under the light of the new moon, the young Omega continued to run as fast as he could, naked, through the heavily wooded area, trying his best to flee from the three werewolves that pursued him.
Adopted into the pack as a pup, Kasper, the young Omega, was a member of one of the most formidable groups of werewolves in the kingdom known as the Nachtmahr pack. Named after a lineage of powerful Lycander leaders, the Nachtmahr werewolves were not only known for their intense, brutal fighting out on the battlefield, but also for breeding the kingdoms most vicious army of Alpha werewolves.
Having reached an age of maturity that would allow him to procreate, the seventeen year old Lycander, due to the waning number of Alpha's in his pack, had been forced to participate in an ancient mating ritual a year early, where he would be pursued, caught, then seeded under the watch of the night sky by one of his Alpha brothers.
Standing at just five feet four inches tall, Kasper wasn't only quite small for a werewolf his age, he was also quite defiant for an Omega. With a fine coat of blond hair covering his body, he had a slight, taut frame, with pale, gray eyes.
Though he had inherited the coloring of his iris from his Alpha father, the supernatural glow that illuminated from them was a characteristic he had inherited from his Lycander forefathers; the same magical characteristic expressed by all of his werewolf kind.
Beginning to tire as he attempted to outrun the physically superior werewolves, the Omega couldn't help but stop to take a breath as he quietly hid in between two bushes in the dark.
Hearing the three Alpha's howling in the distance, Kasper could smell their intoxicatingly pungent pheromones, making him want to run towards the uber-wolves instead of away from them. Feeling an aching sensation between his legs, the teen looked down to notice his erect, mini-shaft as it protruded noticeably from the top of his orifice.
Excited by the smell of his Alpha brothers, Kasper could feel the juices between his legs begin to flow, knowing he was sending out his own powerful scent, giving away his exact location.
Continuing to run, the young Omega didn't get far before he was jumped by a large, snarling werewolf with dark brown fur, as it leapt from out of the darkness. Knocking him to the ground hard, Kasper struggled to catch his breath after landing on his back. Morphing into his human form, he looked up to find himself staring into the eyes of Brand Nachtmahr, one of the three young Alphas hunting him down.
Brand, a strong, virile, twenty two year old Alpha with dark brown hair, gazed down at Kasper, snarling loudly before positioning his head skyward to bay at the moon. At seven foot five, the muscular, robust, young Alpha was considered to be one of the toughest werewolves of his pack. He was also the pack leader's son.
Allowing his werewolf form to become partially human, Brand gazed licentiously at his catch with his glowing, pale blue eyes. "Gotcha!" He said, flashing his long, razor sharp incisors.
Holding the boy's arms down at his sides, the Alpha separated his legs with his knees. Brand gazed down at the nude body of the young Omega, snarling wantonly as he fixed his eyes on the small erect shaft that protruded from in between the wet fur of his crease.
"Looks like someone's excited." Growled Brand.
Kasper struggled underneath the Alpha's overpowering naked strength, desperately trying to free himself from his captors half human, half werewolf, clutches. "Fuck you! Get off of me, Brand!"
Hearing the Omega resist, the young Alpha laughed condescendingly. "Think you got that idea twisted around, son."
Continuing to scowl at his captor, Kasper suddenly felt a warm stream of liquid covering his stomach and chest, followed by an acrid odor. Letting his eyes move down the length of his torso, the young Omega saw Brand's penis on his stomach as the Alpha lay claim to him by urinating on his body, marking the werewolf as his own.
In Lycander culture, when an Alpha mated with an Omega, he was described as taking a mate. When an Omega mated with an Alpha, by definition of Lycander law, he became the property of his master.
Angered by his action, Kasper spit in the Alpha werewolf's face. This seemed to accomplish nothing but to excite the powerful being even further.
"I knew you'd fight like this." Said Brand, grinning wickedly.
After he had finished marking his territory, the Alpha took his large canine shaft in his hand to insert himself inside the Omega's hole.
"Aaahhh! Shouted Kasper as he felt the imposing Alpha cock plunge inside of his orifice for the very first time.
Suddenly, Kasper jumped as Brand jerked his head over to snarl into the dense collection of trees positioned all around them. Spotting the glowing eyes of two other Alpha's approaching in the dark, Brand howled loudly, letting his werewolf brothers know that he had claimed the Omega for himself. The hunt was over.
Taking on their human form, the two Alpha's casually walked out from behind the shadows; their hard, naked bodies glistening with sweat as they smiled down at the pair. Kasper couldn't help but notice the two werewolves knots bulging as their sexual fluids leaked heavily out of the shafts of their canine dicks.
"Damn bruh, this bitch can run! But just another minute and I woulda pounced on him hard!" Said the Alpha with the red hair and light skin.
"Dude, you didn't have a chance. Not against our main man Brand here." Said the Alpha with the dark hair and skin as he winked cleverly at his friend.
Looking up from the ground, Kasper noticed the red haired Alpha panting heavily while he stared down at the sight of him, spread eagle with Brand's cock inside of his hole. Embarrassed, the young Omega turned his head to look away.
Sensing Kasper's unease, Brand gruffly spoke up. "Hey, why don't you two pervs head back to camp. We got some rutting to do here."
Nodding their heads in compliance, the two Alpha's turned to leave, letting their brother take his bitch in private. Watching their bare butts as they walked away, Kasper suddenly saw the two Alpha's morph back into their natural beast form before running off into the night.
Turning his attention back to Kasper, the Alpha leaned down, kissing the Omega hard on the mouth as the sweat from his brow dripped down on the boy's face.
As the Alpha kissed him, Kasper could feel the large werewolf's erection growing harder as it moved inside of him. Staring down at the boy's nude physique, the Alpha got a hungry look in his eye as he sniffed the strong scent emanating upwards from in between his legs.
Pulling out of Kasper's hole, he lowered his mouth down on the boy's fuzzy slit, proceeding to lick him voraciously. "Fuck, you taste good!"
Kasper stared up at the stars, fighting the urge to enjoy the Alpha's tongue as he lapped up the juices off of his hole. Brand watched the Omega's body closely as he began to subtly writhe from the feel of his new master's mouth on his genitals; he knew the boy was enjoying it.
Sitting back up on his knees, Brand ran his enormous hands over Kasper's slight yet toned torso, his claws leaving thin scratches all over the Omega's body. "You're so small, I fuckin love that!"
Kasper's eyes began to tear up. "You're an asshole! I wish Dane or Bert would've caught me. Anyone but you."
Sensing his fear, the Alpha attempted to mess with the Omega. "Don't worry, baby, I won't make it hurt that bad...well, maybe just at first."
Kasper glared angrily at the Alpha.
Brand smirked. "Why the fuck do you hate me so much, huh?" The Alpha watched the Omega's chest heave in anger as he bitterly responded to his question.
"Because...you think you're such a badass! I see the way you treat the other Alphas, like Louis and Grant. You're nothing but a bully, Brand Nachtmahr!"
Brand snarled. "I lean on those two because they need to learn to fight harder. That's what Alpha's do, we defend the pack!"
"They're only sixteen!" Said Kasper.
"Yeah, and the sooner they learn to be more aggressive, the less likely it'll be that they get their throats ripped out in a fight! You're just an Omega...it's not something you'd understand." Said Brand.
Kasper seethed. "I understand that as the pack leader's son, nothing bad is ever gonna happen to you. Not as long as there are plenty of other disposable Alphas around that your father can send to die in your place!"
Brand reached down, aggressively grabbing Kasper's jaw. "You don't know shit about me or my father!"
Angrily, Brand took hold of Kasper's hips. Pulling his mate's body into his crotch, the Alpha unrepentingly rammed his stiff cock inside the Omega, penetrating his hole as hard as he could with one thrust.
Crying out in pain, Kasper tried breathing heavily to cope with the large Alpha's enormous cock as it penetrated his hole. Just as he was beginning to adjust to the Alpha's extreme girth, he felt the werewolf's knot begin to expand inside of him, binding their bodies together as one.
Brand scowled. "Don't hear you talkin a lot a shit now, bitch."
"Aaaahhh!" Screamed Kasper as he tried to cope with the searing, hot pain of having his orifice instantly stretched out to its unbearable limit.
Suddenly feeling remorseful after hearing Kasper's cries, Brand leaned over his mate, liberally licking his neck and chest with his large, wet tongue. This released a chemical in his saliva that acted as an opiate to the Omega, calming him substantially as he and his Alpha continued rutting.
Soon afterwards, the Omega's screams began to quiet down, eventually becoming soft, sensual moans. Feeling the Alpha inside of him, Kasper began to breathe heavily, enjoying the unexpected pleasure of copulating with the large werewolf.
Brand watched with excitement as Kasper began grinding his pelvis against him. The Alpha smiled devilishly when he saw the amount of fluid flowing out from in between the Omega's legs, feeling it saturate the length of his large canine dick.
Lost in ecstasy, Kasper wrapped his arms and legs around Brand's furry, muscular body as the Alpha bent forward to aggressively rut his hole.
Feeling the pressure building up in his knot, Brand released his seed inside of his new mate; one of the many times he would ejaculate inside his body that night.
A few hours later, covered with dank sweat, bodily fluids and soil, Brand spooned Kasper. Roughly grabbing the boy's jaw, he turned his head back with his hand to kiss his mouth as he continued to maneuver his bulging knot deep inside the young werewolf's crease.
"So, how many pups are you gonna give me?" Asked Brand, rhythmically moving his hips back and forth.
Kasper responded weakly. "How many do you want?"
"Least four." Said Brand.
Immediately noticing that the werewolf was upset, the Alpha addressed the young Omega. "You didn't want this did you? To be claimed, I mean?" Said Brand.
Trying not to cry out of frustration, Kasper held back his tears. "Just not yet. If I could've outrun you, I would've had at least one more year of study. That's what the Lycander law scrolls say. But because the pack needs more Alphas, the community took that away from me."
Brand smirked. "How do you know that? You don't have access to those scrolls."
"Once when I was working in the Alpha elders meeting cabin, I took one. I brought it home and read it, then took it back before anyone had time to notice." Said Kasper, sheepishly.
Brand was shocked. "Holy shit, Kasper! You coulda gotten your ass thrashed for that. Guess I knew I kinda liked you for a reason."
Kasper smiled faintly. "I wanted a chance to do more than just be a servant to the pack. Maybe become a lone wolf and see the world?"
Brand smirked. "A lone wolf? Yeah right." Said the Alpha in a mocking tone. "First off, you're too weak. You've never been trained to fight on your own. And where would you go? To live among the humans? They'd kill you. You'd never see the world because you'd be forced to live in hiding. And who'd be a companion to you, a human man? He couldn't please you. He'd take one look at what's between your legs and run."
Angrily, Kasper got defensive. "Well, at least I'd be free to make my own decisions! I'd be more than just a quick rut for some smelly, grunting asshole!"
Brand purposely thrust himself further inside Kasper, eliciting a cry of pain from the boy.
"You fucking naive Omega!" Yelled Brand. "Don't you know the world outside the pack is a nightmare for a werewolf by himself?! Even an Alpha would have a hard time surviving! You're not built to take care of yourself! That's why you need a superior wolf to help you. And why the fuck is that so bad anyway?"
Kasper lay in silence, trying to think of something to say.
Brand spoke smugly. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You think you could make it out there on your own? You'd come crawling back, begging for one of your Alpha brothers to stuff your hole."
Angry, Kasper reached behind himself, repeatedly punching the Alpha as hard as he could on his hip with his fist.
Brand laughed obnoxiously at the Omega's efforts to hurt him. While not paying attention, the werewolf suddenly saw Kasper's fist swing up at his face, landing a hard punch right on his nose.
Snarling, Brand dug his claws into Kasper's ribs, rolling on top of his back in an attempt to overpower him.
"ALRIGHT!! I've put up with enough of that shit from you Kasper, so knock it off! I mean it! I'm not fuckin around with you anymore!" Growled the Alpha.
At first, the young Omega continued to struggle. As he did, he felt the Alpha's knot begin to expand further inside his hole, hitting his pleasure spot.
Suddenly feeling too good to fight, Kasper growled wantonly as he began grinding his little bare butt up against Brand's pelvis.
Feeling the Omega's movement against his crotch, the Alpha pulled his mate up on his knees. The young werewolf proceeded to bear down, panting hotly as the Alpha moved his hand in-between his legs. Brand listened to the young Omega whimper and moan as he pinched and spanked his small phallus.
"There ya go, now you're bein a good boy." Brand growled.
Kasper's breathing was jagged as the Alpha continued to rut with him. "I'm sorry I hit you...sir."
Grabbing Kasper's jaw to turn his head towards him, Brand smiled when he saw the feverish gaze in the Omega's eyes. It was at that moment he realized that the binding magic during the mating ritual was starting to work once he heard Kasper begin bending to his will.
"It's alright. I'm sorry for poking you so hard. And I'm sorry for calling you weak." Said Brand.
When the Alpha heard himself apologize to Kasper, he knew the magic was working on him as well. Brand never apologized to anyone. Not even his father.
Snarling and growling, the Alpha and the Omega continued to rut, playfully rolling around on the ground together as they enjoyed one another's firm, naked body.
Back in doggie position, Brand began to feel the further effects of the mating ritual. "I remember the day the pack took you in. You were so meek and soft spoken. But it didn't take long for you to find your fire when I saw you attempt to fight an Alpha two years older than you. You were just a little runt, but you held yourself like an Alpha. It was then, I knew someday you'd be my mate."
Kasper rubbed his cheek against Brand's cheek. "I noticed you too. I was thirteen when you were eighteen. You looked so strong and handsome. All of the Omega's would heel when you walked by, even the elders."
"Would you?" Asked Brand.
Kasper felt an intense wave of pleasure wash over him when he heard the Alpha's voice. "I was young but I knew what a master was. That's when I realized I wanted you to be mine someday."
Brand smiled brightly knowing the young Omega couldn't lie during their first mating ritual.
"I know Omega's get treated like shit." Said Brand. "I'm gonna try hard not to make you feel like all the other Alphas make you feel. I'm gonna be fair to you, Kasper."
Brand was in awe of what he was saying. Having been raised by his father to always feel superior to his Omega and Beta brothers, suddenly he felt his true feelings unintentionally begin to flow out of him. Remembering the mysticism of the mating ritual, suddenly it wasn't just Kasper who couldn't lie about his true feelings.
"I'm always being told to respect my superior Alphas." Said Kasper, breathily. "I don't mind that. It's just...all I want is respect too."
Listening to his new mate talk, Brand got excited, rubbing his large hands up and down the length of Kasper's nude body. "I don't know what you experience as an Omega, and I won't ever know. But I do know this...as your Alpha, I will always provide for you and our pups. I won't be one of those wolves that spends every night drinking with my brothers and rutting with unclaimed Omegas in heat. I won't be my father."
Kasper smiled. "I will give you as many pups as you desire. And I will take care of you and always make sure your needs are met." Kasper reached down in-between Brand's legs, tickling his perineum, making the Alpha growl with pleasure.
Unable to disengage his genitals from his partner's crease, Brand spun Kasper around, making the Omega cry out in ecstasy. Now with the young werewolf lying on his back again, the Alpha began to aggressively pump his hole, snarling and howling as he energetically rutted with his new mate.
Kasper growled hungrily as he grabbed onto Brand's hips, pulling his magnificent body tightly against him as he felt himself beginning to climax for the second time that night. Suddenly nothing mattered but the feeling of his Alpha lover inside of him.
Realizing Kasper was cumming, Brand grabbed the back of his head, forcefully kissing him as the two continued to rut.
Looking up at the night sky as he lay down on his back, Kasper could just make out the shimmering water like waves of the invisible force field around Brand and himself, protecting them from predators who would disrupt them during their mystical mating ritual.
The next morning, Brand returned to his encampment. Walking naked under the sun in his human form, he entered the grounds carrying his equally nude mate who was fast asleep in his arms.
Seeing the muscular, young Alpha approaching the work cabin of the camp, a few of the elder Omegas grabbed a blanket and supplies to help tend to their younger brother.
"How long has he been asleep, sir?" Asked Lane.
Even though Lane was older than Brand, as an Omega, he was required to address the younger Alpha as his superior.
"Since I dislodged myself. Is he okay? Why can't I wake him?" Asked Brand, looking concerned.
The Omega elder smiled. "Don't worry. It means that he has conceived. His body is resting, using all of its energy to help your seed create a life."
Brand grinned. After handing Kasper over to the Omega elder so that he could rest, he immediately went to join his Alpha brothers standing just a few yards away outside the Alpha council's meeting hall.
Knowing what it meant to see their brother carrying his sleeping mate, the Alpha pack began cheering and howling as they covered Brand's body with a blanket.
As his Alpha brothers continued to gather around to congratulate him, Brand saw his father, Joachim, standing a few feet away. Looking directly into his expressionless face, the young Alpha watched as the pack leader nodded his head in approval before he turned to walk away.
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