Legend Has It Book I ~{COMPLETE}~

Chapter 7 The First Transformation

NOTE—PART OF THIS CHAPTER MAY BE MILDLY DISTURBING FOR SOME. I CAN'T REALLY DESCRIBE IT TO YOU WITHOUT GIVING IT AWAY—JUST REMEMBER THIS IS FICTION.

JACK

We were on high alert, sensing a “disturbance in the force.” Josephine and the oldest orphan girl had disappeared into the night and while I was confident Josephine had been shielding the child the past four years, nothing was really certain.

A cryptic text I’d received moments ago, confirmed suspicions, but created more.

“Alive,” was all it had said. A shiver went down my spine, half anticipation and half fear. The question at the forefront of my mind was why. Why had the two gone missing? Who was the girl?

The other three girls, Mary, Catherine and Francis had begun growing into their Gifts and were quite the trio. They missed their big sister and barraged me with questions about leads on where she could be.

Mary had mentioned they needed to find her a few weeks ago and was shot deadly glances by the two, slightly older girls. Mary was definitely the most innocent of the three. She was the most carefree, loving girl any parent could have wished for. Her Empathy and kindness to others was hard to match. We believed she had healing powers bubbling under the surface of her youth.

Catherine was showing strong leadership and Mage abilities, and Francis had wisdom beyond her years. She was, perhaps, the most powerful though her gifts were a mystery.

A thought suddenly entered my mind: if you thought about, these three were reminiscent of the Maiden, the Mother and the Crone stories.

All creatures, human, animal and demon, had legends and just like religion, all had similarities. What if…???

I needed to get a message to Josephine somehow.

{~>*•*She was alive. I could feel it in my bones. The reincarnated woman who rescued and mothered me in another life, not once, but twice, became my mate and the mother of my children. The same soul that I had continued to lose lifetime after lifetime. My beloved Isabella.

My time with her had been too short. Every second of both times, one as a wolf pup, one as a werewolf infant, spent at her breast, building my strength and growing so I could make sweet love to her was etched into my soul like a farmer’s brand.

Her husband had killed me easily.

He shouldn’t have returned so soon. Each night, as he slept, his little manhood rock hard from wanting her, but smartly refraining due the weakened state my suckling left her in, I crept out and killed anything that moved. I wanted him gone.

I hadn’t needed her milk for weeks, but the Moon Goddess had put a spell on me and I’d fallen madly in love with her. I was damned if he would ever have her again.

I feasted well in the dead of night. The breast feeding had simply become my way of keeping her to myself.

As I grew and my body lengthened, I used it to cover hers in ways that prevented him from getting too close while allowing me to work out exactly how I would mate her. We weren’t the same species, but I knew the Moon Goddess had plans for us. His killing me was one of those things that happens for a reason.

One night, feeling the full moon on my back, I felt compelled to seduce my Isabella. She’d just stepped out of the river and was about to start drying off. She was exhausted but I still found her beautiful. I had to taste her. My nose was level with her belly button but what I wanted was just below. I started licking the river off of her legs, feeling a strange tingling in my bones.

In her exhaustion, Isabella had no fight in her to stop me. I continued licking my way up, not yet daring to lick the vee I yearned for. I felt the moonlight hot on my back, the same way the sun felt. Strange. The tingling increased. So did my licking, up to her belly, which caused her to suck in her breath. I moved my snout, which suddenly seemed shorter, as did my tongue, to her hardened n*****s and suckled gently.

Something was happening. I didn’t know what, but I could smell Isabella’s arousal and while she seemed to be enjoying my tongue bath, I slowly moved back down her belly, to the patch of hair covering her most sensitive area. She gasped again when I finally dared to taste her there. My snout seemed even shorter; the moonlight even warmer on my back. She trembled and placed her hands on my head but didn’t push me away.

I tingled everywhere and when I went to place a paw on my beloved, I noticed what appeared to be fingers. I suddenly knew what was happening.

The Moon Goddess was turning me into a human.

I wasn’t about to stop my seduction. Isabella’s breath started coming in hitches as I slowly moved farther in. She widened her stance and exposed her swollen womanhood. I instinctively knew that should be my focal point.

I couldn’t concentrate on that then. I had my face buried between my Isabella’s trembling legs and she was holding my head, guiding me now. I licked and sucked, and she pressed herself onto my head as she crested, quivering all around me.

I realized I had spilled my seed on the ground at her feet as she slowly pulled back and shakily lowered herself to the ground and onto the hide she used as a mat. I don’t think she looked at me. She just lay back and in moments, fell fast asleep.

I covered my beloved Isabella’s body with mine and slumbered, too. I think by then I was half transformed. I remembered feeling her bushy triangle against my new manhood as I rested on her.

I’m not sure how long I slept. I don’t think long. I awoke before she did, my body covering hers perfectly, my wolfhood erect and throbbing. I spared a glanced between our bodies. I resembled a human now and thanked the Moon Goddess.

I licked Isabella’s neck and began seducing her while she slept, gently pressing my groin against hers and committing the sensation to memory. She was still wet down there and I positioned the tip at her entrance. I placed my new human hands under her head. She was coming to and was beginning to moan softly, arching up softly against me. I felt her hardened n*****s on my chest.

I was vaguely aware I still had fangs as I felt myself begin to slip inside of her. Her legs open a little wider. I gently pushed and slipped in a little farther.

Ahhhhhh! Sweet goddess it felt so good to be inside my beloved Isabella! She faintly sighed and began to softly move under me, taking me one slow delicious inch at a time. When I was all in, she slowly ground herself up onto me gently at first, but firmly. We slowly picked up the tempo until we were both on the edge.

Her eyes flew open, as we both climaxed and the Moon Goddess commanded me to bite the soft place where Isabella’s neck met her collarbone. The place where all werewolves now mark their mates.

Still buried inside of her, I realized my love was bleeding on the ground. The blood was only a few shades darker than her hair and both were pooled around her body. The Moon Goddess had commanded me to lick where I had bitten Isabella and the clouds suddenly opened up, exposing a full, bright moon that grew and illuminated us in its silvery glow. It was almost blinding.

We were lifted from the ground, as one, and bathed in the most brilliant, and yes, luxurious, light ever to have been seen in all of Eternity. I watched the wounds close and begin to heal and felt my seed spill deep into my love’s womb as she climaxed and quivered beneath me.

We lay spent in that moonlight then everything faded to black for a while. My love and I, blessed by the Moon Goddess as equal creatures, and now entwined as one, slept for I don’t know how long.

When I awoke, my body was stretched out next to Isabella’s and I was hard. She was staring intently in my eyes.

“Is it really you, Isaac?” She asked.

I could only nod as her hand found my erection and gently squeezed. She wanted me, too!

If we weren’t eating or sleeping, we were mating, but I knew we needed to leave before her husband came back.

The explosion of moonlight is what had drawn the husband back earlier than expected. As in love as I was, I had lost all track of time.

Isabella extracted my revenge as I lay dying. The Moon Goddess whispered to me it was ok, that I would soon be reborn to procreate with my love.

Creation was exhausting work and the Moon Goddess wasn’t given as much time to work as her rival, the sun. She was limited to every 28 days, whereas the sun had shone everyday. I waited sixteen weeks in all. Four full moons.

The sound of Isabella’s heartbeat from within her womb was my only comfort.