Seed of The Alpha (BBW Werewolf Pregnancy) (4 page)

The next day, Tristan awoke Julie with a knock on her door. "Breakfast is ready," his muffled voice came through. The aroma of eggs, sausage and bacon filled the house.

Julie groaned as she rolled out of bed. She looked in the vanity near the dresser. Her hair was a mess and she looked like hell. She wondered if she should take a quick shower, but then decided against it. It smelled like breakfast was ready to be eaten and she was surprisingly quite hungry. She quickly made herself presentable and met Tristan in the kitchen.

Her boss looked handsome as usual, his hair slicked back and was dressed much the same as the previous day as he sat at the kitchen table that had two plates of breakfast and two large glasses of milk on it.

Tristan really was not lying when he said he had no love for carbs,
thought Julie as she sat down at the table and began digging into the food.

It was only after several bites that she suddenly remembered the previous night and the shame and anger almost overcame her. Tristan, on the other hand, looked as if nothing had happened.

"Are you ready for today?" he asked her over a mouthful of bacon, seeming unaware of her mental state.

"What's supposed to happen today?"

Are you going to use me as disposable head again
? she wanted to ask.

Tristan grinned at her like a wolf, unaware of her anger. "We're going for a boat ride."

*

Later, they crested the waves of the lake on his yacht, enjoying the sun. Julie had dressed in one of her bathing suits, a one piece number that showed off her curvy figure and large breasts.

Likewise, Tristan wore swimming trunks with no shirt and even though Julie was pissed at the man, she could not help but admire his washboard abs and powerful arms.

Still, even with the beautiful scenery and the even hotter Tristan, it was not enough to improve Julie's mood or the anger she felt towards him.  After all, Tristan had used her. She did not care if he was her boss or if he liked fat chicks. She was not going to be used like that and not get something in return.

"What's wrong, Julie?" Tristan asked as he fidgeted with a fishing pole. They were out in the middle of the lake. The plan was for Tristan to teach Julie how to fish and then they were going to go for a swim.

"I should not have
came here," Julie muttered angrily as she stood looking out over the edge of the boat, mesmerized by the sparkling waters of the lake.

Tristan stared at her from his crouched position. "Why?"
             

"Because you just wanted to use me, to make me feel like a fool."

Tristan slowly set the fishing pole down. "Is that what you really think?"

Julie nodded and crossed her arms over her large breasts. "Yes."

Tristan rose on his feet and walked over to Julie. "You are so beautiful," he told her.

The words, coming from someone like Tristan, melted over her like warm butter. She had never heard him be affectionate and even more surprisingly, he had said the words with a deep conviction.

"You're just saying that," she replied weakly. He had, after all, used her head for a cum bucket.

He came in closer and wrapped his arms around her large frame, his hard stomach pressing against her soft one. "No," he said huskily. "I'm not."

Still, Julie resisted until Tristan looked deeply into her eyes.

"What do you want Julie?" he asked.

Instantly, Julie knew what he was asking and knew the answer. "You," she whispered.

Suddenly, Tristan had her on the boat floor and was going down in between her legs. Deftly, he moved the lower portion of her one-piece aside, exposing her shaved mound.

Julie shivered at the feel of his hot breath hitting her flesh, her back arching before any action had taken place. Licking his index finger, he ran it along her moistened slit gently, causing Julie to let out a moan and her body to shake. Then he ran it up and down, gently at first, and then more forceful.

Julie groaned.

Then he pressed his mouth against it and Julie felt like she was transported to another world. She quickly found out what he could do with those powerful jaws as he sucked on her clit with powerful suction.

Julie gasped with pleasure as her juices ran like a river, gushing inside of Tristan's mouth. It literally felt like he was devouring her entire mound, his tongue flicking back and forth over her clit while he sucked.

As he sucked and slurped up her juices, he pressed large fingers into her hole and began banging, deep penetrating thrusts.

Julie could hardly contain her cries as her stomach tightened into little knots. But it's when she looked down at Tristan in between her legs, his piercing gaze, that she threw her head back and let go.

With the sun blazing in her eyes with an intensity she had never seen, her scream tore over the boat and was carried on the wind as her body was rocked by spasms, her large thighs unconsciously scissoring around Tristan's neck in a choke hold and quivering like jell-o.

When the powerful spasms abated, she looked down, fearing that she had accidently choked Tristan out with her large thighs. But he was fine. He stared up from in between her thighs with a content smile on her face and her juices dripping down his chin.

It was then that Julie knew she wanted, no needed, more.

"Please take me," she pleaded.

Tristan seemed to know what she meant instantly. He gently, removed her thighs from around her neck and wiped her juices off his chin.

"You must wait," he told her.

Julie was appalled. He had just sent her to Nirvana. She desperately wanted to go back.

"Wait for what?" she demanded.

He looked away and gazed out into the sky. "I can't give you what you want, until you know the truth."

Julie frowned in confusion, noticing how odd Tristan was for the first time.  "Know the truth?
Of what?"

Was he going to tell her that he had in fact been messing around the whole time and really just wanted to see how it would be with a big girl?

"You will find out soon enough," he replied absently.

What the hell was going on here?

"When?" Julie pressed.

Tristan was a while in responding, but finally, he tore his gaze away from the sky and looked at her with that piercing gaze.
"Tonight. When the moon is full."

"Where are we going?" asked Julie, the crunch of twigs filling her ears.

They were walking through the woods surrounding the cabin. It was nightfall and the moon loomed large in the sky.  Nearby, an owl hooted within the trees, and somewhere off into the distance, Julie thought she heard the howl of a wolf.

She shivered at the chilling sound as a soft breeze caressed her flesh. It did not help matters that she was not dressed for walking through wooded areas, having on a flimsy white dress, but Tristan had been adamant that she wear something sexy and innocent.

"There are some things you don't know about me," Tristan said mysteriously as he led her between the trees. "And that I have rarely told anyone."

I know you know how to use those powerful jaws
, thought Julie, the image of his sucking and bringing her great pleasure flashing before her eyes.

"Well then tell me so I will now," Julie said in exasperation. She was tired of the games and the secretive demeanor Tristan had taken on. "Are you some sort of serial killer who gets off on sleeping with fat chicks then murdering them?"

The more she thought of the scenario, the more frightened she became.

Suddenly, Tristan stopped, almost sending Julie running for the cabin. He turned to face her, an odd expression on his face.

Julie braced herself, ready to run. But she knew she would never outrun Tristan. She was a big girl and he had a powerful body of an athlete, with thighs like Adonis. She probably could not make several steps versus him, much less make it back to the cabin to safety.

Just face it,
she thought worriedly as she considered his strange obsession with meat.
If he's out to eat my fat ass,
I'm screwed.

Julie was surprised when Tristan's expression turned soft and he said, "What I'm about to tell and show you, may be hard pill for you to swallow."

I swallowed your big fat dick and that cum
, the naughty part of Julie wanted to joke.
Surely, I can swallow any pill.

"What?" Julie asked.

To her surprise, Tristan began removing his clothing. He pulled off his shirt, revealing that magnificent washboard stomach and muscles. Next came his pants, and even soft, Tristan was hung like a horse.

"You wanted to show me this?" Julie asked
, her eyes glued to that humungous apparatus between his legs. "I must say, it's impressive, but I've seen it already."
Sucked it already.

"Are you ready?" Tristan asked as if he hadn't heard what she said.

Julie tore her eyes away from his big dong and huffed. "Ready for what?"

Suddenly, the air around them changed and Tristan's face began to elongate and shift before her eyes. "This."

Julie's eyes opened wide with terror as she watched Tristan morph into a very large wolf with golden eyes.

She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. How could this be? Her boss, Tristan Carver, was a wolf? What the hell was going on?

The wolf sat back on its haunches, staring at her. Julie trembled beneath his gaze. Slowly, the wolf came over to her and Julie's body shook uncontrollably with fear.

"Tristan?"
Julie asked in a small voice, her legs on the verge of the collapse. "Is that really you?"

Somehow, she saw the answer in the wolf's golden eyes. The wolf licked her hand with its long tongue and then Julie heard the sound of popping bone. Suddenly, Tristan stood before her again, naked and magnificent.

Immediately, Julie was flooded with relief and filled with a million questions. "What the hell did I just witness? What the hell are you? How long have you been this way?-"

The questions were endless, but Tristan brought a finger to her lips to quiet her.
"Shhh." He placed a hand on her body, which was still quavering like a leaf, and slowly, Julie began to calm down. "Are you ready?" he asked her again for the millionth time that night when her body had stopped shaking.

"Ready for what?"
Julie asked. 

"To be my mate."

"What does that mean?"

His gaze pierced her soul "That you will be mine forever."

Julie was a long time in responding. She hardly knew Tristan. Though having a powerful hunk like him for a boyfriend would be an ultra-confidence booster, could she really sign herself away for an eternity?

She looked into his eyes then and felt...claimed. She was
his, and his alone.

"I'm ready," she breathed finally.

Tristan pulled her close then and their bodies melted into each other. His lips found hers and pressed fiercely. His strong arms wrapped around her, taking in her large body, and roamed and groped all over her luscious curves.

Then she was on the ground with twigs scratching through the fabric of her flimsy dress and into her back. Tristan was kissing all over
her neck voraciously, like the hungry wolf that he was, sending bolts of fire shooting through Julie.

Without warning, he tore away her dress like it was thin paper and grabbed at her exposed breasts, leaving claw marks, with one hand while the other one snuck below in between her thighs. He did this for a while before he wound up in between her legs, eating her just like he had earlier that day, but this time far more feverishly.

He whipped his head around like he was possessed as he sucked and pulled on Julie's horny clit, banging her hard as he could with his two fingers.

Not knowing how much more she could take before she would explode, Julie's body was consumed by fire as she yelled, "Take me!"

Abruptly, Tristan stopped slurping her mound. He quickly rose to his knees, his hard cock, flopping up and down, grabbed on to Julie's large hips and flipped her over on her knees into a doggystyle position.

Julie breathed with anticipation, knowing what was to come next. But she was not prepared for when Tristan grunted and plunged that large pole inside of her. It felt like she had been penetrated with a large spear.

Tristan thrust into her slowly at first, letting her adjust to his large size, but then was quickly pounding away, causing Julie to burst out with pained and pleasurable cries.

With each thrust, her boobs clapped together, filling the air with fleshy music and her head bobbed back and forward as Tristan's powerful thighs smashed into her cushiony ass.

She could fell her walls tighten around that enormous cock and her juices soaking his shaft and falling into the leaves below as he drilled her insides.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

The sound of their flesh smacking together melded with Julie's cries and Tristan's feral grunts of pleasure. As he pounded, Tristan pulled himself into a mounted position  and grabbed a hold of Julie's hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. He brought his lips to her throat, his breath scorching the flesh there. His hands snaked around her front and grabbed a hold of her breast and squeezed.

"Fuck me faster!" Julie screamed
, her body wracked with seizures. "Harder!"

Tristan redoubled his speed, tearing into Julie with a strength she had never felt before. She could fill his already enormous cock expanding inside of her. He was going to cum soon.

A tempest grew inside of her belly, expanding to take in all of her consciousness. Clenching. Tightening. Quivering.

Then
came Julie's scream of release, Tristan's wolf-like howl and an explosion of thick creamy liquid deluging her inside like a gushing river.

A moment later, they both collapsed to the forest floor, exhausted and then Tristan pulled her into his arms.

"You're my mate now, Julie," he whispered in her ears, his gold-specked eyes filled with happiness. "Forever."