Perching anxiously on his opulent commander's stool, Emir Alp stroked the coarse, shaggy mane of his lap-bound wolf, Asena. He surveyed the besieged city below, grimacing from the wafting fumes of blood and smoke. His general staff had arrayed themselves atop an overlooking hill, flagging out commands to their invading forces as armored troops streamed into the fallen metropolis. His grandiose army had finally taken the main gatehouse, and the city was rapidly falling in a storm of fire and steel. This once-great enemy capital would serve as a bloody example to the surrounding territories, its inhabitants massacred for stubbornly resisting so long. His beleaguered forces were hungry for loot and incensed by losses accrued during the grinding investment. The violent annexation of this region was nearly complete, and any resistance to Alp's burgeoning empire would not be tolerated. As the bloody work of victorious conquest was managed from afar, the imperious warlord's turbulent mind wondered back to how things had escalated to this point. Sensing Alp's consternation, the conqueror's faithful wolf-wife whined fretfully while lapping at his face, as the man became lost in reminiscence. The feared ruler's troubled mind wondered back to his ignoble past, seeming now like a hazy dream of idyllic rural tranquility.
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The lanky shepherd boy reclined peacefully atop the sunny, grassy, precariously steep mountainside, overlooking his family's braying herd of goats. Lazily tumbling stones down into the valley below with his sling, young Alp fought back the urge to nap. Relatives up the vale had reported a large pack of wolves in the area, and it was his duty to keep the clan's livelihood protected. Even just the sighting of a stalking wolf could panic their flock, causing miscarriages and stress-soured milk. The boisterous lad visualized beaning a big lupine beast right through the eye, and earning himself a wolf-skin cloak to impress girls with. When a reverberating howl rang out below, followed by a chorus of fearful bleating, he was more filled with fear than heroic preparedness.
Carefully trundling down the steep slope, sling twirling through the air, Alp spotted a gray beast circling the goat herd. The lupine predator was coaxing them into a thronging knot of fearful ruminants, so the shepherd boy began wildly pelting rocks at the racing canine. Eventually, though his projectiles never landed close to the wolf, and he was pretty sure he'd beaned an ewe in the haunches, the would-be predator padded off. Panting with exertion, the olive-skinned youth collapsed back down into the dewy hillside, until a growl from behind caught him by surprise.
Alp looked around anxiously, realizing he had been silently encircled by an entire pack of huge, grey-furred wolves. Afraid to so much as move a muscle, his dark eyes nervously scanned between the snarling, lupine faces steadily closing in upon him. Wholeheartedly beseeching whatever gods would listen, the scrawny lad collapsed upon the verdant ground, cowering obsequiously and muttering out prayers and pleas. As sharp, canine teeth closed in upon the nape of his tan tunic, Alp thought his young life was about to be extinguished. But when his center of gravity shifted, the hapless shepherd found himself being roughly dragged along the damp pasture by pricking wolf fangs.
Battered, bleeding, scratched and exhausted, Alp was hoarse from yelling as the unrelenting wolves spirited him into their rocky, mountainous den. The overwhelming reek of wolf musk and waste assailed him as his eyes adjusted to the dingy cave, revealing the silvery-coated pack blocking the narrow entrance. Alp fearfully curled into the farthest craggy corner, quailing in terror as he tried to make sense of his tumultuous abduction. His hysteric mind kept drifting towards morbid speculations, wondering if the wolves intended to keep him as a living larder. The fretful Alp was caught off-guard when a gargantuan she-wolf confidently padded to his side, inquisitively sniffing at his sweating form. Rasping out alarmed shrieks, the young herder closed his eyes in resignation as the beast's wet snout played across his smooth nape, the canid matriarch growling lightly.
As minutes passed and the inexplicable beast began lapping upon his cheeks, Alp dared look up at the looming creature. The huge she-wolf radiated a bestial nobility, her hirsute belly revealing an octet of engorged teats. When the assertive wolf's chin hooked over the back of Alp's head, nudging him downwards, the dumbstruck teenager dared not resist as he was guided under her lupine chest. With a small whine, the big beast heaved upon the trembling human, burying his nose in her coarse, musky fur. Paralyzed with confusion and apprehension, Alp just lay below the smothering wolf, struggling to breathe around her cloying pelt. As a fleshy, lupine nip brushed across his lips, Alp gradually intuited the nature of their intertwining embrace. As the scared human lad nursed upon the milk-sodden wolf teats, the hoary matriarch emitted soft, canine growls and vocalizations, resting her paws over his trembling belly. The wolf's milk was thick and oily, distinct from the goat and cow's milk Alp was raised on. Upon emptying one canine teat of creamy discharge, the beast shifted further, guiding the next fur-enshrouded nipple to his mouth.
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Adjusting to life among the wolf-pack was an arduous process for Alp at first. Despite the maternal affection of the pack's matriarchal alpha, the rest of the pad-footed predators were slow to adjust to his disparate presence. Earning respect among the muscular, yapping wolf gang was of paramount importance, as wolf-milk alone wasn't enough to sustain Alp, and the meager scraps he was afforded from the clan's kills did little to supplement him. Several times Alp attempted escape, but he could not evade the predatory senses and endurance of dozens of determined canines.
Stranger still, was how the nurturing pack leader cared for Alp. To cope with his taxing circumstances, the unsettled lad would spend every night embracing and petting the great she-wolf, developing an intense connection with the intelligent creature. Though Alp could scarcely keep up with his lupine packmates, the elder wolf-mother would stay by his side, guiding him to carefully observe his canine kin's hunting tactics and formations. Struggling to keep his wits about him as he adapted to a bestial life, Alp would often engage in 'talks' with his adoptive protector. Seemingly understanding her wolfish vocalizations as complex and thoughtful responses, the uprooted young man would spend the nights 'conversing' with the wolf matriarch over the nature of hierarchy, combat, and rule.
Maturing under his wolf-mother's guidance, Alp rose to a prominent position among the teeming wolf pack. Naming his long-time canine caregiver 'Lupa', the human man began flourishing, and rapidly adjusted to his adopted lifestyle. The human assumed the status of Alpha male among his feral kin, besting the pack's largest challenger by wrestling the biting beast down and sending him tumbling down the mountainside, giving the huge creature a permanent limp to remember the pack's new human-ruled paradigm. Alp's wolves became a legendary scorn for the human herders of his remote, mountainous valley, the masterfully lead creatures frequently feasting on fattened, pilfered livestock. As years passed by, Alp became utterly immersed in his assumed role as pack leader, gradually forging an inseparable bond with his shaggy cohorts.
As Lupa increasingly aged, it became apparent that the pack needed a new breeding pair, prompting the isolated man's eyes to increasingly wander to one of the wolf matriarch's finest daughters. Asena was a great and resplendent she-wolf, a masterful huntress that ate well and frequently, blessing her with a shiny, vibrant coat of silvery-grey fur. Alp often found her big, yellow eyes intently gazing at him from across their musty den, promoting the pent-up human's thoughts to increasingly center around the majestic canine's exquisite, sensuous frame. His gaze often lingered upon Asena's toned hindquarters, furtively catching peaks under her bushy, wagging tail. Though the conspicuously differing human enjoyed total intimacy with all of his fellow packmates, the developing young man found himself connecting with Asena above all others, often lingering above the panting she-wolf after a spirited session of playful wrestling and tussling.
One event in particular became a catalyzing moment in the one-time shepherd's bewildering journey, cementing a loyal attachment that would define his seemingly-preposterous life. Alp's attentive interest in Asena had alerted him to a change in the regal creature's countenance, the escalating inter-species fraternization reaching a feverish pitch one dark and stormy night. Lightning strikes often upset his lupine fellows, and it fell to the commanding human's responsibility to project a sense of security to the whining wolves huddled in their damp lair. Asena in particular kept padding up to where Alp crouched, repeatedly seeking his attention and comforting embrace. Upon grasping the trembling wolf close, she began whining and plaintively lapping at his face with increasing passion. As the powerful storm outside intensified, the big she-wolf began fitfully wriggling about against his lap and chest, unbalancing Alp and eliciting him to whisper soothing assurances to the emotional beast as he struggled with her nervous fits.
As Asena energetically circled and yipped around Alp, occasionally heaving up over his back playfully, the leading human became increasingly concerned over his favored canine. He'd never seen behavior like this from her, and struggled to comprehend Asena's roused behavior. Finally, when the she-wolf stood before where Alp squatted and lifting her furred tail, Lupa's intentions became clear to Alp. Her bestial sex was engorged with arousal, the plump, protruding lupine lips quivering slightly between her tensed, fluffy haunches. The excited wolf's piercing, yellow eyes were intently staring back at the human, her wide tongue lolling out as she panted heatedly. Illuminated by flashes of lightning from outside their cave, Alp sidled up behind the presenting wolf bitch in full view of the entire pack.
Placing his hands upon the big wolf's trembling hipbones, Asena let out an excited bark as Alp guided her backwards toward his bare pelvis, guiding the wolf's thick, wet vaginal lips towards his virginal phallus. The frisky beast howled and lowered her large ears down upon first contact with his warm, human member, pawing at the dirty ground restlessly. Alp grunted slightly as the tight, cloying entrance of his lupine lover gripped his throbbing head, prompting Asena to let out a low, emotional whine. Alp slowed his eager motions, and began carefully guiding himself forward into her yielding wolf-sex, mindful of his bestial lover's physical responses to his invading length.