Epilogue
Zailah
I pushed his head away from my belly because his stubble prickled my skin. I sniffed the air before I opened my eyes. The room was pitch black.
“Did you go outside?”
“I went for a jog and a smoke,”
he said as he began kissing my belly.
I could smell the acrid smell of the cigarette and the night air from him. My senses were heightened during pregnancy. It had pros and cons.
“So healthy,”
I sniped at him. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything is perfect,”
he said as he came up from under the covers.
Whatever he did that night ensured he slept better since he had been restless for the past few days. I didn't want to know what he did under the cover of the night because it could only be something nefarious.
He rolled me onto my side, and I felt his hard cock behind me.
“I want my wife’s hot cunt around me to take the chill away,”
he whispered into my ear.
“We don't get cold,”
I said with a giggle.
His hand snaked around my belly, and he paused as our baby moved.
He was a villain and the devil. Yet his darkness called to me, and it was no longer about survival. I recognised his manipulation and chose to submit to him. From his holiday, pregnancy and rushed wedding. He didn't know any other way but to take what he wanted.
Perhaps I was his Queen of Darkness because I loved his black heart despite his numerous flaws.
Remus
One Year Later
I waited for the blood moon to take us over, not knowing if we would attempt to maul one another, but I held onto her hand. The main thing was that Romulus was safe and secure. I closed my eyes as I began to shift and felt the panic as the rage began to infiltrate me like thick tar taking over my bloodstream. A snarl escaped from me, and I let go of Zailah’s hand to give her an opportunity to run. The island was large enough for her to hide from me.
My skull felt as if it were splitting apart as I tried to keep my wife and son’s image in my mind. It was the first time I felt true terror, similar to that terrible night in Norway. I blindly pushed Zailah away from me, ignoring her resounding growl as she snapped her teeth at me.
Snap out of it, Remus. If I can manage to stop it, then you can too. I’m pregnant. Her words vibrated around my head.
My eyes flew open, and I saw her black wolf standing upright in a defensive position before she dropped onto all fours, but before I could respond, she shot into the woods. The dark haze lifted, and my heart overflowed with joy at the thought of a baby brother or sister for Romulus. To see my mate’s belly swell full of my seed again.
I howled into the night in joy and triumph before I raced after Zailah at a speed I never knew I had.
You're going to pay for keeping this from me. I said when I caught sight of my wayward mate’s ass.
All it took to rid me of my affliction was finding the missing part of my soul.
My Queen of Darkness.
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Within four months, Zailah gave birth to our daughter, Cadar, which meant moon. My children inherited my blue eyes, their mother's curls, my brown hair, and a combination of our skin colour. They were healthy, and through Romulus’s growth and development, we knew they would grow at a human pace. Each pregnancy only lasted four and a half months. I was addicted to breeding my wife and knew I would be nailing her as soon as Cadar was a little older.
“Get those nasty thoughts out of your head,”
Zailah whispered as Cadar sucked hungrily at her mother’s breast. “I only have two boobs.”
I didn't say anything because there was no way she could know what I was thinking. I leaned over and took Romulus from her. He has fallen asleep on her breast. A droplet of milk leaked down from the engorged nipple and I licked it before I stood up with Romulus. I cradled him in my arms as I carried him to his room.
I placed him in the cot and stroked his soft, plump cheek. He was almost eleven months old, but he was an angel. He was simple in his needs, and since we passed on our regenerative genes, typical ailments like colic or teething weren't an issue. He was a content and lively baby.
When I returned to our bedroom, Cadar was dozing off, and I lay beside them.
“It’s time to wean Romulus,”
I said as I lifted her milk-laden breast in my hand before I began to suck on her sweet cream.
“Fine, I want one more,”
she said, stroking Cadar’s soft curls. “Maybe two,”
she said with a sigh.
I froze and glanced up to see her face.
She had to be fucking with me.
My lips released her nipple when I saw her soft look of pure love as she looked at our daughter.
“She is only five weeks old. Are you sure?”
I asked as I sat up.
She finally looked at me.
“They can roam around freely on the Island together, but we will eventually need to move to the mainland for their education when they are seven or eight. We don't know if they will shift or not. It makes sense that they will all have one another for support,”
she said as she ran her fingers through my hair.
“You do almost everything for them. I’m sure if you could produce milk, you would take that job off me, too,”
she said with a chuckle.
“Let me put Cadar in her cot,”
I said as I scrambled off the bed.
I ignored her laughter and gently plucked my daughter from her mother’s arms. She was the most perfect being I ever had the privilege of witnessing. Unfortunately, I could already see her mother’s sass in her. I could already predict the murders I would commit for my tiny baby girl.
I gently kissed her golden-brown forehead before I placed her in her cot opposite her brother’s. No sooner had I closed their door than my predatory side came out.
Zailah.
I closed the bedroom door behind me and pushed my shorts down my hips. Zailah sat up to watch me, but my eyes dropped to her milky breasts. Not only did the power of healing cure her medical condition, but it also ensured a swift recovery from the trauma of giving birth.
I pulled the covers down until they were off her completely. I climbed onto the bed and began to peel her underwear off. It wasn't normal for us to be able to do this, but with the super regeneration genes, it came with many added benefits.
Her belly was soft, and most of the stretch marks were gone. I traced the faint lines and kissed her before I spread her legs.
“Get into position, baby,”
I said, but my voice cracked with need as the mixture of her arousal and milk merged into a fragrance so potent that my dick leaked all over her inner thigh.
She hooked her hands beneath her legs and pulled them up and outward until her pussy was on show with a lewdness that always drove me wild.
I always waited for a month before I fucked her again, no matter how much she begged for it. Partly because I wanted to ensure she was healed and partly to settle the baby into a routine.
I rubbed my fingers up and down her wet slit, loving the feel of her soft folds beneath my fingers. My cold, loveless life was a distant memory. I pulled my hand back and smacked her pussy until she gasped with pain. If I could feel the sting on my fingers, it would be far worse on her.
“So you want me to breed you,”
I said as I knelt in front of her before I leaned over her.
“Yes, I want your cum. I want you to fill me up,”
she said as she looked down at my body until she saw the tattoo.
I knew she loved this position because she could see my dick pounding in and out of her hole. I loved it because of how deep I could get and hit her cervix if I got the angle right.
I bent down to suck on her tits, pulling out the sweet, creamy substance that made my dick jerk. I ravished her tits, squeezing them until her milk sprayed harder into my mouth. I thought of Cadar’s next feed in a couple of hours and stopped before I drained her.
“You forgot something, didn't you? What else do you need from me?”
I said as I raised myself to look down at her.
“Make it hurt, please, Remus,”
she whispered.
I grinned at her before I gripped her legs and pinned them to the bed.
“That’s my dirty girl. Reach down and put me inside of you. If your screaming wakes the kids up, I’m going whip your ass,”
I said as I felt her hands on my cock.
“Don't promise me with a good time,”
she said with a snicker.
She was shameless, and I was to blame.
“Yeah, right there,”
I said when she rested my dick against her pussy hole. “Time to give my little painslut her first load.”
I eased into her quivering hole and enjoyed the feel of her stretch around me. Inch by inch, I sank into her until my balls rested on her ass. Her nails dug into my arms, and I knew what she needed.
I pulled back to thrust back inside her, using all my muscles and weight to give her the bite of pain she craved. When all she did was grunt at the impact, I saw blood dripping down from her lip. I smiled and licked the blood up as I began to thrust in and out of her clasping pussy. She was so ripe with her juicy pussy, leaking breasts and the feel of her belly against mine.
The harder I fucked her, the wetter she got. I buried my head into her shoulder and trapped her legs between us as I enjoyed the feel of her soft, wet hole. Her breathing was erratic, and she tried her best not to make a sound, but the odd groan and my name escaped from her lips. I began to drive upwards and felt her cervix.
“Arghh…yes. Right there,”
she moaned.
She was going to come soon. I gripped the pillows beneath her head and began to pummel her. My balls tightened, and I licked the side of her face.
“Are you ready for it?”
I growled into her ear. “So you want to feel me shoot my load in there?”
My eyes closed as her pussy clenched around me so hard that I couldn't move. Her cunt began to ripple around me and milk my cock until I shot my cum inside her. The sudden release took me by surprise, but the harder she came, the more cum she squeezed from me. I was sure it was some kind of sorcery.
I held her tightly until she relaxed beneath me.
Once we caught our breath, I loosened my hold on her.
“I’m going to sleep like a baby after that orgasm. Thanks,”
she said with a yawn, and she patted my cheek.
I eyed her up suspiciously, but her eyes were already closed.
Sometimes, I felt as if she were the master manipulator.
Zailah
My heart pounded as I heard a howl. Remus left my side and ran into the house. I was terrified for the children, but by the time I reached the back door, Remus was coming out but with another wolf behind him.
Romulus? I asked, trying to probe him with my thoughts.
Mum? You're so big. he said.
Watch your mouth. Her wolf is perfect. Remus said before he swiped the back of Romulus’s black furry head.
We told them about our monthly werewolf shifting when the kids were old enough. We did this for two reasons. We didn't age, and we didn't know if any of the children would begin to shift. Romulus had turned eighteen 10 days ago.
Don't worry, Dad. You're a giant compared to her. Wow, this is so cool. Romulus said as he lifted his paw up one after the other before he wagged his tail around.
Are you sure none of the kids woke up? I asked Remus.
Yeah, they were all knocked out after camping.
Come on, son. Let’s see if you can keep up, and we will show you how to hunt. I said before I rubbed my face against Romulus.
He had my wolf’s colouring. Our first baby was all grown up. My heart was ready to explode. I felt sad, happy, and worried, but most of all, I felt love for my baby boy.
I wondered if all four of our children would become wolves. A burst of excitement shot through me as I imagined what our children’s wolves would look like. We had a whole Island for them to explore and hunt on.
Remus dived on top of us but nipped my neck before he took off towards the back wall we usually jumped over.
I nudged Romulus before I raced after his father. Remus was nothing like the cold beast I met. He might be a villain, but for his family, he would become the devil himself if he perceived anything or anyone as a threat.
I never did get my apology in words, but he never stopped showing me how much he loved and appreciated me with his actions.
The End.