The Keeper Finds Her Mate

by Red Phoenix

  Layla looked up at the full moon, shining a pristine white in the sea of darkness. It provided hope and a sense of direction… Layla nodded, gaining insight from its example.

  Once they reached the top, Valen took the role of undresser, slowly unlacing the ties and letting her leather gown fall to the ground, pooling at her feet. She stood naked before the Alphas, as she had before, while they shamelessly gazed at her young body in the light of the moon, drinking in her visual essence.

  For the first time as Keeper, Layla felt a stirring of power…

  She straightened her back, flicking her hair back so they could see that her nipples were already hard in anticipation of what was to come. The hungry look on their faces both excited and frightened her, which she found to be an appealing combination.

  Layla listened intently while Amira officially asked if she was willing to perform her duties as their Keeper.

  “I am.”

  She did not miss the glint in his eye. The animal heat that had been rolling off him in waves all evening had increased in power, making it impossible for her to ignore him. It was dangerously enticing, similar to the allure of the flame.

  “Move to the table, Keeper,” Valen commanded beside her.

  Layla did not comply right away. Instead she looked at all four Alphas, aware of the tension the threat of war was playing in their minds.

  These are my Alphas.

  These four men were hers to care for: Amira, the wise and cautious, Etan the strong and kind, Maska, the mischievous and crafty, and Valen, the determined and true. Each was needed to keep the clan strong, and it was her duty to unite them.

  She turned around slowly and looked back with a mischievous smile. Maska raised his eyebrow and Etan growled under his breath, both men obviously enjoying the new view.

  When she determined they’d had enough, she spun back around and glided over to the stone table, a half-smile tugging at her lips. Tonight she would give herself freely to these four men, reminding them of their unique power.

  Layla reclined on her back, the cold stone sending a chill through her. She gazed at the black sky with its magnificent moon. The full moon filled her with a sense of purpose and belonging. At her first Bonding Ritual, she had simply endured the actions of the four Alphas. This time she would embrace their intimate encounters with a full heart.

  Etan was the first to undress. She watched in rapt attention as he uncovered his immense, veiny shaft and stood before her, big and proud. His shaft was distressingly large—she had forgotten just how vast it was. Layla forced herself to remain calm when the other Alphas surrounded her, Amira holding down her wrists as Valen and Maska secured each ankle.

  But a whimper escaped her lips when Etan approached her with his impressive manhood. She looked up at Valen for reassurance. He smiled. “Relax, Keeper, we will make this easy for you.”

  Layla nodded.

  Etan pressed himself against her opening but did not force himself inside. Instead, each man began kissing and then biting her sensitive skin. It was incredibly arousing and Layla squirmed with unexpected pleasure. Amira let go of one wrist and tilted her head back so that he could have full access to her lips. He held her by the throat as he kissed her deeply.

  She moaned at the feeling of helpless abandon their attention created. When Etan began rubbing the huge head of his shaft against her slit he found it was slick and ready for him, so he leaned forward, pressing it harder against her. “Open to me, lass.”

  His shaft stretched and challenged her, but Layla wanted his infiltration and willed him inside.

  It was difficult and painful because she was too tight, and Layla cried out in distress.

  Amira took charge, teasing her lips with his tongue, causing her mouth to tingle pleasantly with his attention. The animal heat they’d shared all evening burst into flame, and it felt to her as if they were connected in some unexplainable way. It was disconcerting to Layla because he was not Valen. Nevertheless, she was mesmerized by the draw of the attraction to him and did not resist it.

  Etan continued to force his shaft into her, opening her young body. She began panting, wondering how she could possibly take his entirety, but he seemed determined. The last moon, the large bear of a wolf had been gentle and undemanding, but tonight he was fully Alpha, demanding what was his.

  Each time her body tensed in protest, her breasts were pinched and played with by Valen and Maska. The effect allowed Etan to push his way farther in. When she thought she could take no more, he began thrusting.

  Layla screamed with surprise and painful pleasure. Maska covered her mouth, reminding her, “We have guards tonight.”

  She nodded and tried to hold back her cries as Etan ravished her with his massive shaft. She closed her eyes and allowed Amira to claim her lips again when Etan released his manly lust without restraint.

  Her ability to take such a huge shaft was exhilarating—to be filled past capacity, forcing her young body to yield. Layla began to relax under his intense pounding. He needed this; she needed this. The remaining Alphas left bruising bite marks up and down her body. Layla shuddered under their amorous devotion, loving every wicked moment of it.

  When Etan finally pulled out, he pumped his shaft with his hand until her stomach was covered with abundant amounts of his viscous seed. She actually felt a sense of loss afterwards, her body still humming with need and desire for him. “Etan…”

  He looked at her, his friendly expression returning to his face as he cleaned her off. Then he placed his large hand on her mound and said reverently, “Thank you, Keeper. May you be blessed.”

  Her body was still trembling when the Alphas switched positions and she was pulled to the edge of the stone so that her head hung over it. She fully expected Valen’s shaft to meet with her lips, but Maska positioned himself beside her. “Open your mouth, Keeper. I will teach you how to please an Alpha.”

  “Maska, do not be rough with her,” Amira barked in warning.

  He chuckled. “Amira, our Keeper must learn sometime and it might as well be with me.”

  Layla wondered what he wanted from her. Having suckled and licked Etan’s shaft on the first moon, she’d assumed that was all that was expected of her.

  Maska wore a lustful grin as he stared at her mouth while he undressed. The rigidness of his shaft called to her, but she was very aware of Valen. She felt his intense gaze on her and glanced at him. She had expected to see jealousy, but his eyes only expressed his concern for her.

  She smiled then, reassuring him before she prepared herself to take Maska’s manhood, trusting that it would be easier than Etan’s had been.

  Maska slipped his smooth, chestnut-colored shaft between her soft lips and began thrusting inside her willing mouth. The other Alphas took firm hold of her, Etan and Amira each holding down a thigh while Valen disappeared between her legs.

  She moaned on Maska’s shaft when Valen began licking her womanhood with his warm, sensuous tongue, but her attention was soon redirected when Maska looked down at her with a playful smirk. He swept back her hair and announced, “Tonight you will learn to take the fullness of my shaft down your throat, Keeper.”

  Layla’s heart began to race when he thrust his manhood deeper into her mouth. Although she was willing, she found herself gagging. Tears came to her eyes, but he thrust three more times before he pulled out and allowed her to catch her breath.

  He knelt down beside her head and growled in a deep, low timbre that made her loins quiver. “Keeper, I want to come deep in your throat so that you can taste my pleasure.”

  She desired to please the charismatic Alpha, opening her mouth to receive him.

  Maska smiled as he stood and positioned his shaft again, holding her face as he forced himself in deeper. There was a moment of panic when his shaft passed the back of her throat and traveled farther in. She struggled, but the Alphas held her in place.

  After several deep thrusts, Maska pulled out again. She coughed uncontrollably th
is time, fighting for breath.

  “Enough!” Valen snapped.

  Maska looked down at Layla and said confidently, “The Keeper wants to try again.”

  Even though the act scared her, Maska was right; she wanted to succeed. She lifted her head and looked down at Valen, noting the worry on his face. “I need this,” she told him, imagining herself taking Valen this way when they were alone together.

  “It is the Keeper’s decision,” Amira declared, passion coloring his normally calm voice.

  “Agreed,” Etan stated.

  Valen stared into Layla’s eyes long and hard before backing down. “If the Keeper is willing,” he conceded.

  Layla took hold of Maska’s shaft and guided it back into her mouth, attempting to swallow it whole. He grunted with satisfaction and began thrusting. But again panic took hold after several thrusts and she began to struggle despite her enthusiasm to try. This seemed only to excite him and he held her securely, forcing her to take his full strokes.

  Tears ran down her cheeks as he pleased himself, holding her neck tightly as he thrust until his shaft shuddered deep inside her throat. Maska pulled out afterwards, panting with satisfaction as she regained her breath. He wiped away her tears and lovingly caressing her throat and lips. “Thank you, Keeper. May you be blessed.”

  Although Valen was obviously unhappy, the other two Alphas had found watching her pleasure Maska with her mouth very arousing. Despite her sore throat, Layla was grateful she had persevered and succeeded in pleasing not one but three of the four Alphas. She was determined to practice with Valen often so that it would be easier on the next full moon and would become a pleasing act for her mate as well.

  Layla was slow to change position, her body weak from her many challenges, but she was excited because she knew what was to come next. She got on all fours and presented herself to Valen. Although he had explored her in many ways the night of their first mating, he had not explored her like this.

  She look behind her and moaned softly as Valen lifted himself onto the table and moved between her legs. She had to stifle her cry of delight when he sank his manhood deep into her, coating his shaft with her pleasure.

  Valen pulled out and the other Alphas joined them, Maska taking her wrists with Amira and Etan holding her ankles. She expected Valen to take her then, but he did not. He surprised her by caressing her buttocks, gently at first and then with more force, grasping and clawing them with his hands. He paused for a moment and then she felt a hard slap. Layla yelped and was about to protest when Maska grabbed her chin and kissed her, muting her cry when Valen spanked her again.

  She had not felt the sting of a hand since she was a small, disobedient cub. She squirmed, trying to avoid his next slap, but the sound of the solid contact rang through the air. A warm burning spread over her bottom as he spanked her hard several more times. What initially started out as stinging pain quickly became quite agreeable.

  She moaned passionately, surprised by the sensuality of it. When he finally took her, her entire bottom was burning with a pleasant sting. She stared into Maska’s brown eyes as Valen pushed against her tight, forbidden hole. There was something exciting about having her body forced to give more than it was willing.

  She moaned more loudly when he breached the opening and pushed his shaft inside her. Her inner muscles clamped around him, allowing him little movement. But Valen was patient, letting her body grow used to his shaft, stroking her slowly until she had relaxed enough to take the full length of it.

  She threw her head back when he began stroking her resistant hole with his thick shaft as the other men released their hold and let their hands run over her skin, caressing her while Maska nipped and suckled her young breasts.

  The focused attention of the four men set her body floating on a stream of fiery pleasure. When Valen grabbed her long hair and pulled, her whole body tensed and then exploded with passion. She couldn’t stop herself from screaming and immediately felt several hands cover her mouth as her body shuddered in ecstasy.

  All four men were obviously pleased by the intensity of her release. Valen finished his session by holding her tight against him as he gently pumped his warm seed deep into her—it was so loving and intimate.

  He kissed her before pulling out and placing his hand on her still-burning buttocks. “Thank you, Keeper. May you be blessed.”

  Layla collapsed on the stone table, completely and wonderfully spent. She rolled over and smiled at her Alphas, feeling slightly delirious with pleasure.

  “Keeper,” Amira growled softly.

  She turned her head to look at him and caught her breath. The depth of need she saw reflected in his eyes rendered her mute. He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. The instant their lips touched, her heart began to race with an insatiable hunger that matched his.

  Layla looked at Amira in wonder as he pulled away. She absolutely needed him to take her.

  She crawled off the table and positioned herself without being asked, laying her torso against the cold stone with her legs spread. Valen stood on her right and Maska on her left. She spread her legs wider when asked, and then they pressed their weight against her thighs, preventing further movement. Etan joined her on the table and took hold of her wrists, but all of it was unnecessary. She would not resist this time.

  Layla closed her eyes when she heard the wolf panting behind her. “Yes, Amira,” she whispered.

  His cold nose tickled her as he sniffed between her legs before taking a noisy lick. She gasped as his tongue moved up, and he began sniffing her hair. He nipped her ear before letting out a long, low, hungry growl.

  The sensual sound of it resonated in her spirit and she dripped with desire for him. He smelled her passion and whined with his own need, placing his black paws on either side of her. Amira grasped the back of her neck with his teeth and bit down hard as he forced his shaft inside her.

  He was not gentle, thrusting rapidly as he used his paws around her waist as leverage. Layla grunted at the depth and force of his penetration. She would have cried for mercy, but she needed his ferocity. The connection she had felt all night had intensified now that he was wolf. She lost track of time and place, falling into the deep well of his desire.

  Layla howled softly when he became still and she felt his shaft began to swell inside her. Instead of resisting, as she had last moon, she purred in encouragement, “Yes, Amira, fill your Keeper…”

  In response, he let go of her neck and licked her cheek. She turned her head and let him claim her mouth, his wolfish kisses making her body tingle and pulse with greater need.

  The hands of all Alphas were on her then, caressing, pinching, tickling and scratching as Amira’s shaft began pulsating. Each pulse released a burst of his wolfish seed. This time it felt warm and different, the heat of it penetrating her deepest recesses.

  Each throb of his shaft was matched by her body’s response. Her womanhood pulsed with greater and greater physical pleasure. It was so powerful that Layla was actually frightened by the power of it. She whimpered when she finally reached the crest and her body exploded in unbearable ecstasy.

  All she knew was all-consuming pleasure. There was no table, no full moon and no Alphas—only animal bliss…

  Amira

  When Layla finally drifted back to awareness, she was shocked to find herself lying on the stone table, completely dressed.

  “Keeper, are you with us?”

  She looked in the direction of Valen’s voice and nodded. She was still floating in a state of euphoria she never wanted to end.

  “Our people are coming,” Amira warned her. She stared into his dark eyes, which were no longer burning with lust. He emoted only his natural, dignified calm.

  She gazed at the four Alphas standing protectively beside her, strong and unified. Last moon it had felt wrong, this forbidden Ritual, but tonight her spirit was content. She understood the importance of the bonding experience once every moon.

  How extraordina
ry that four dominant males could come together and lead as a unit, providing the clan with their unique strengths. It was no wonder the Daric clan was the strongest in the empire and would remain so with the addition of specially bred Alphas.

  She was an integral part of the clan’s success. When the first of their people crested the hill, she actually smiled. She accepted their appreciation with a full heart, proud to be their Keeper. Her father noted the change in her when he deposited his gift of thanks. He stood proudly to the side and watched each clan member honor her with petals in gratitude for her service.

  Layla wondered if anyone in the clan would protest when Amira picked her up to take her to his tent. Having been mated only a few suns before, it seemed highly inappropriate, but no one said a word. It was the way of the Bonding Ritual—it had been that way throughout history.

  She glanced at Valen when Amira took her in his arms. His eyes did not break contact with hers as Amira carried her away until she was out of his sight.

  It hurt to leave him behind—physically hurt—and she doubled over in pain.

  “What’s wrong, Keeper?”

  Layla looked up at Amira guiltily when she admitted, “I miss my mate.”

  His laughter filled the forest around them. “We only just left.”

  She did not find it humorous. “We are freshly mated, Amira.”

  He subdued his laughter, although his eyes still sparkled with amusement. “Yes, I forgot the powerful emotion associated with the first mating.”

  Layla winced as another wave of pain coursed through her. He looked down at her with concern. “I will hurry and get you fresh water.”

  He was quick to get her resting on his mat while he ran to get fresh stream water. While she lay alone in his tent, Layla wondered what was wrong with her. Could separation from Valen really cause her to feel physically ill?

  Amira came back swiftly, helping her to drink the cool water before he laid a wet cloth on her forehead. “Close your eyes, Keeper.” He lay next to her, giving her the comfort of his presence. The pain promptly receded under his care and she was able to relax in his arms.