An Alpha in a Pear Tree

by Casey Morgan

He nodded at me and took off, all four legs running swiftly as he returned to one of the clearings where some of the other pack members were.

  I turned on the orb.

  I pushed play so that I could see the video, my cock swelling and nearly bursting out of my pants, which felt so foreign to me, since I was long used to being in wolf form only for quite some time now. I didn’t see the point of being a man in a cursed forest. I stood better chances as a wolf, but even as a wolf, my future was uncertain, as was every creature’s in this forest.

  I leaned back against the trunk of the tree, which buckled a bit under my weight, due to its weakened state. I tried not to think about that, returning to the delight that was in my hand: the power to see Marilyn.

  The spell had worked. She lay down under a tree— not a pear tree like I was under, causing me to worry that she wouldn’t get enough to eat— and closed her pretty brown eyes.

  She must have been hot, because she opened her robe a bit, exposing just enough of her dark olive-toned flesh that my cock was standing at attention again.

  I imagined kissing her while she slept, slipping my hand into that opening in her robe, feeling around for the folds of the most sacred part of her body. She would awaken and meet my lips for a kiss, because she knew she was destined to be with me and had called out to me in her dreams to come take her.

  I would push my fingers into her little pussy hole and find that it was dripping wet. Pulling it open, wider, to stretch it and get it ready for me, because I just knew she was a virgin, I would suck on her tongue while fingering her pussy.

  “Take me,” she would beg me, opening her legs wider for me, grinding up against my hand, her juices flowing out onto my palm. “Take me for my very first time.”

  “I will,” I would tell her, taking my fingers out of her hole so that I could play with her hard little clit. “But first I have other ways of making you feel good.”

  In my fantasy, I was holding back. But in real life, I had my cock out of my pants, grabbing it and stroking it, wishing it was inside Marilyn instead of just my own hand.

  I would lay her back on the leaves and put her head on a pillow made of moss so that she was comfortable. Then I’d work her pussy with my lips the way I was just doing to her mouth: teasing, licking, biting gently, then sucking hard, while her pussy pulsed as it opened up even more for me and her eyes closed while she moaned my name over and over.

  “Shhh,” I’d tell her, not wanting news about us to travel throughout the forest. “We have to be careful.”

  I’d place a branch in her mouth for her to bite on while I went back to making slow, rhythmic circles with my tongue all around her clit. Right when she was about to come, I’d stop, building her up so that when it finally happened, it would be amazing for her.

  I’d lick up and down her thighs, getting close to her pussy lips and then stopping before doing it all over again.

  Then only when she whispered, “Melchior, please,” would I suck on her clit while fingering her pussy so that I could feel her juices gushing out as she came.

  “Mmmm,” she would moan, writhing around on the floor of the forest, under the sky, which was brightly lit up with stars. “Yes. Yes.”

  I would see that she had a little piece of playful nymph in her, which I would want to explore.

  “Show me how much you want my cock,” I’d command her, and she’d obey me, readily and willingly, getting up on all fours, with her pussy and ass exposed to me and now hanging completely out of her robe.

  I’d rid myself of the clothes that constrained me too tightly as my cock felt like it was about to burst. Then I’d spread her ass cheeks even wide, so I could see her clit hard and aching for me, hanging down from her wet pussy, just below her tight little ass hole.

  Thinking about taking her virginity was almost too much for me to bear. I almost came right there under the pear tree, but I told myself to hold back just a little bit, just as I would for her, so that she would be able to come again before I did.

  I’d put the head of my cock up against her little pussy hole, hearing her moan a little bit and say, “Is this it?”

  “This is it,” I’d tell her. “This is the real deal. Are you ready?”

  “More than I even thought I was,” she’d say. “Especially since you didn’t steal any of my beer first.”

  “I would never,” I chuckled.

  It was strange, how I heard her say that in my fantasy, and I wasn’t really sure what she meant. But I was sure it had some meaning that should eventually tell me, and we’d laugh together. So for now, I just kept going with the fantasy.

  I’d push my cock in her gently, slowly, rubbing her clit to make extra lubrication and distract her from the moment of pain I knew she was about to experience. She’d whimper a bit as my cock entered her further, stretching her virgin pussy hole open a bit more, until I was looking down to see it swallowing the whole wide girth of my cock.

  “Does it hurt?” I’d ask her, making sure.

  “Not too much,” she say, and I’d push it all the way in, with one hand tightly gripped on her nice round ass cheek and the other cupping her pussy, kneading her little clit with my fingers.

  “Mmmm,” she’d moan, as I’d stick my fingers in her mouth to get her to be quiet.

  She’d start to suck them while rocking back and forth a bit on my cock, and I’d ask her, “Are you feeling okay now?”

  “Yes,” she’d say, when her mouth was free of my fingers. “At first it hurt, but now it feels really good.”

  “Good,” I’d tell her, feeling myself throb and pulse inside her. “I feel really good, too.”

  I’d reach down and play with her nipple while I thrust in and out of her, our breathing starting to match one another’s, the movements of our bodies in sync.

  It would be all I could do to stop myself from clawing at her back or biting at her neck. I’d want to mark her as my own so badly, but I knew she wouldn’t be ready to hear what I was. That could come later, but for now, it would be time for the two of us to come together.

  And that would be how I would mark her, at first, as mine. There would be plenty of time for me to claim her in more ways later— at least, I hoped so.

  I would pull her closer to me and then further away, grabbing ahold of her ass to do it, and she’d grip the moss floor of the forest while she slid all over my dick, slippery with her pussy juice on it.

  “I’m going to come,” she’d say, as quietly as she could, while I bounced her ass checks up and down with my hands and pumped her full of my cock. “Your cock is filling up my whole pussy and stretching it so full, I just can’t take it anymore. I really think I’m going to come.”

  “Good,” I’d tell her, letting myself start to let go now, too, since she was. “Come on my cock. I’ll come in your pussy and claim you as my own.”

  “Mmmm,” she’d squeal, as she squeezed the walls of her pussy around my cock, making me feel even better— which I didn’t know was possible.

  “Fuck yeah,” I’d say, as I’d feel my cock throbbing with cum before it shot out of me and into her sweet, warm pussy. “This is perfect. This is exactly what I always wanted it to be like.”

  “Me too,” she’d say.

  And I would know she’d be speaking in general, about what she’d fantasized that losing her virginity would be like. But as I now make myself come in solitude under the pear tree while thinking about her and looking at her in the orb, I realize that it was something I’ve wanted for a very long time.

  For Marilyn to return.

  And for her to be mine.

  Chapter Six

  Melchior

  I came so magnificently when I was thinking about Marilyn that I almost feel drained of energy. I hadn’t had a good fantasy or any relief like that in a long time. It seemed I was depressed lately, and nothing could break it, until I learned that Marilyn was here.

  I breathed deeply, under the shelter I had made beneath the pear tree, relaxin
g for a moment and enjoying the feeling of having some hope again. But I knew not to let it grow too much, because in my experience, that only meant it could be dashed even more.

  After a few moments, I shifted back into wolf form, so that I could try to get some sleep. I came out of my shelter so that I could let the orb go, where it started its strange movements, a combination of rolling, flying and swerving, very quickly, as it went off to find Marilyn again and continue to monitor her for me, along with other orbs.

  I was about to go back into the shelter when I heard a familiar and unwelcome voice.

  “Oh, Melchoir,” Jessalyn said, as she walked up to me, her feet crunching the leaves I had gathered around, almost like a welcome mat outside my shelter. “What are you up to tonight?”

  Now I regretted it, as I did not want Jessalyn to think that just anyone could come up and talk to me right now. Least of all, her.

  I didn’t want her to know my hiding place and I would have made sure the spell that my pack members and I had put on her would encompass that factor, but Jessalyn is so powerful that it always took all of our concentration and energy to make just one spell with just one power. I would rather Marilyn be safe than me, so, that was what had to be done.

  “I’m just getting ready to sleep,” I told her.

  Stop being so fucking meek, something within me nearly growled.

  It was as if Jessalyn had control of the whole forest, and everything bowed to her will. Even the pear tree literally bowed, and disintegrated, when she wanted it to. So who was I to challenge her? I couldn’t risk her wrath, as it would mean that she could hurt me and then I couldn’t help Marilyn help us.

  But still, I hated how I had to suck up to her and pretend as if everything was fine when really everything was in ruins.

  As I looked up at her, I realized for the first time that she had the baby strapped to her chest. She was wearing one of those baby carriers that is fashionable for young mothers to put their babies in these days and carry around hands-free.

  But on Jesslyn, it looked like some perversion of what it was supposed to be used for. She was no loving mother, that was for sure. It was almost as if the baby was strapped to her chest so that it would never have its own life or will apart from her. And I was quite certain that was her intention.

  “I don’t believe you,” Jessalyn said, waving her hands and shooting a magic lightning bolt at my shelter, which caused the bark I had put up around it to go flying off.

  There lay the pants I had been wearing when I was in human form. They were unbuttoned and unzipped and I couldn’t help but wonder if she knew what I had been doing in there. Perhaps this would be a dead giveaway that Marilyn was in the forest, and the spell we had put on Jessalyn would be in vain.

  But then I realized that obviously I would have had to unbutton and unzip my pants to take them off, so unless I was a particularly tidy or anal shifter who insisted on keeping my clothes buttoned and zipped up when I wasn’t in human form— which had never been the case for me— nothing would be out of the ordinary in that regard. I was just having a guilty conscience out of paranoia.

  “It looks to me like you were in human form recently,” Jessalyn said, that fact alone enough to raise her suspicions. “That isn’t like you, Melchior.”

  “I’m a werewolf: half man, half wolf,” I explained to her, as if she was seven years old. This was the only way I could be an asshole to her and get away with it. “Of course sometimes I’m in human form.”

  “But these days you are usually in wolf form,” Jessalyn noted, correctly. “You are the alpha of your pack and it doesn’t make sense for you to be in human form. You need to be ready to pounce, to run, to bite, to attack, at any opportunity.”

  “That’s true,” I told her. “But I also enjoy feeling like a man.”

  When my guilty conscience got the best of me again, remembering the feeling of my big, hard cock in my hand as I thought about what I would want to do to Marilyn, I quickly added, “I like to feel human emotions sometimes. Wolves can’t laugh or cry.”

  Or love.

  Obviously, I didn’t say that last part out loud to Jessalyn, but only thought it in my head. And I didn’t know where the fuck it had come from, since I wasn’t the type to fall in love.

  “You have not wanted to feel those human emotions, though,” Jessalyn pointed out, and unfortunately she was also correct about that fact. “You have wanted to hide from them, and being a wolf was the perfect way to do that. In your wolf form, you only sense things with your instinct rather than your feelings. You ‘feel’ fear, and have logical reactions to that, which can protect and save your pack.”

  “What do you care?” I asked her, feeling annoyed now. “You just come here to where I’m trying to get some rest and start telling me I should be a wolf to avoid human feelings and protect my pack? That has nothing to fucking do with you.”

  I wasn’t sure I had ever spoken to Jesslyn with such anger. I couldn’t seem to stop it from coming out. I didn’t want her to mess up what I was trying to do by having Marilyn come to the forest.

  “Everything that happens here in Bethel Forest has something to do with me,” Marilyn said, raising an eyebrow at me.

  She looked suspicious.

  Great.

  She had obviously been suspicious of something to even come out here and bother me, but I had gone and made her even more suspicious.

  The baby started whimpering a bit, as if it was going to cry, but Jessalyn didn’t seem to care. She didn’t stop staring at me long enough to even look down at the baby and see what it needed.

  Like I said, she was definitely no Mom of the Year, and I felt bad for the baby that Marla had died, as it deserved a real mom. I really hoped Marilyn could fill that role, even though I knew she didn’t have much parenting experience.

  “I am wondering why you’re trying to get some rest all alone under this pear tree,” Marilyn said, the tone of her voice lowering an octave, as if she was accusing me of an unnamed crime, “while members of your pack are circled around you about a mile in every direction.”

  “You know the OTHERPACK pack has been ready to fight us,” I told her, quickly coming up with an alternative reason for what we were all doing.

  It didn’t take that much of an imagination to think it up. A fight with our rival pack wasn’t a far stretch from reality. It was always looming over us, as danger constantly surrounded us in the forest and the OTHERPACK often tried to get dominance in the area. My greatest rival, OTHERALPHA, was expected to start another war with us soon, but I had had bigger things on my mind— trying to get Marilyn here to us, as quickly and safely as possible— to worry about that.

  I was suddenly very glad I had already sent the orb on its way to Marilyn. If Jessalyn had seen it, she would have been even more suspicious and I didn’t think I could explain it away as doing recon against our rival pack, although that was how I would have tried to spin it, just like I was trying to spin it this way right now.

  “Do you need me to send a spell against them?” she asked.

  “No thank you,” I told her.

  There was no such thing as a free lunch— or a free spell— when it came to Jessalyn. All her favors came with strings attached and benefited her far more than they ever would me or my pack. I had learned that the hard way long ago.

  I was glad she seemed to fall for my excuse, though.

  She started to walk away, but then the baby cried out, and she paused.

  I thought she might actually check on the baby, but instead she turned her back to me.

  “The baby is crying,” she announced.

  “I know.”

  I didn’t know what else to say. Nor did I know why she was fucking stating the obvious to me or what she wanted me to do about it. I knew she hadn’t let anyone get within feet of the baby and that she was protecting it with her life— not for the baby’s sake but for her own twisted goals, like Jessalyn always was all about.

  “She
never cries like that. She senses something. She wants something.”

  Fuck.

  It seemed that the spell had a weakness. It couldn’t stop the baby’s senses. And the baby clearly wanted Marilyn and somehow knew she was close. The spell had been cast to prevent Jessalyn from knowing about Marilyn’s presence in the forest, but it hadn’t accounted for the fact that the baby might know.

  “I don’t know anything about that,” I said.

  “There’s something else,” Marilyn said, causing all the fur to stand up on the back of my coat.

  “What’s that?” I asked, not really wanting to know, but knowing that she would tell me anyway, and that if I did know, at least I could try to figure out what to do to prevent something bad from happening.

  If there was anything that could be done to prevent that.

  “I don’t sense the OTHERPACK in this part of the forest,” Marilyn said. “Normally, I can smell them, I can feel them when they are close. Tonight, I can’t.”

  Double fuck.

  I should have done another spell that made it seem as if the OTHERPACK was close, to give us an alibi for our behavior. I hadn’t anticipated that Marilyn would ask what was going on, because I was hoping the spell would work so well that she wouldn’t have a need to ask.

  But now I saw that even without sensing that Marilyn was in the forest, specifically, Jessalyn still had common sense and could tell that my pack was preparing for something or someone. I felt like a fucking idiot for not thinking about this and planning for it in advance.

  What was done was done, though, and now I had to continue rolling with the punches.

  “Waaaah!” the baby wailed, reaching out its chubby little arms from sides of the baby carrier.

  I didn’t even know if it was a boy or a girl. Jessalyn wasn’t telling anyone.

  But I did know that it sensed that Marilyn was getting closer. I prayed to the heavens that the orbs wouldn’t come rushing back to let me know, and that no member of my pack would, either.

  They were all asleep, or if they weren’t, then hopefully they would have seen Jessalyn approaching me and would know to call off the orbs for now.