The Broken WereQUEEN

Chapter 1 Matured

The world knows about the werewolves and the vampires and their obnoxious stories every time they get caught in the open doing something ridiculous. My family always rolls their eyes when we hear about them. We, the werecats, are different. We stay hidden, we stay away, and we don't get involved in the things of humans unless necessary.

Sure we've had a few tame-bloods leave the nest and make it big in the human world but for the most part, werecats like to stay to our little patch of land.

I, Cyrca, a werecat mountain lion, once thought myself untouchable. However, one terrible night I lost myself because of a human. They are the most terrible, ruthless, and greedy species among the millions that exist with very few exceptions.

I realize I'm part human but that part is tedious. It helps we can maintain some of our cat attributes in our human form such as hearing, smell, and grace. The big downside was that we could get cold and sick but the worst part was needing to cook our kills before eating. The only conveniences to our human side offered were the luxuries.

In our cat form, we did like being spoiled with a comfortable bed, food on hand, and s*x.

I'd like to tell you a little about the good old days. A time when I was still innocent. A time when I used to be able to climax from a simple touch. It seems so long ago now. I'll eventually get into telling you about the biggest mistake that I made, the one that shaped me into the werecat I am today. The one that hunts humans and runs the northern operations with unprecedented terror among them. I do need you to know it's not all bad all the time though.

**the beginning***

My mother was a beautiful pure wild blood mountain lion werecat. As such, she got pregnant as a mountain lion, and because shifting is impossible when pregnant, carried all my siblings to term as a mountain lion. As a bonus, the whole process is quicker as a werecat, with the 7 month pregnancy, kits weaned off in a year, and hunting for their own food by year 2.

The tame bloods were considered soiled as they preferred their human form and carry their pregnancies as humans. No matter what, any kits born to a female werecat would be a werecat but if the male was a human and not a wild mountain lion or werecat then the offspring became tainted with tamed blood.

Pure-bloods like my mom would never want their offspring's wild cat nature to be watered down, she had pride in maintaining the blood line pure. Amongst the pure-bloods the males do nothing in the raising of the kits. Wild pure blood females took pride in knowing they didn't need the male's assistance and frowned on the tamed bloods for needing it and for choosing the weak human form. Pure-bloods are a very proud species.

Being born to a proud wild pure blood werecat mother definitely had some obstacles as I was born the runt of my litter of three so I needed to muster even more strength and will to fight. Thankfully for me, it was a bountiful year and I inherited my mother's strength. Unfortunately, everything I did, I did last and with greater difficulty; from opening my eyes to being able to catch and kill my first prey to maturing. I maintain the status of the smallest mountain lion you have ever seen in the north.

My two other siblings could shift by the end of the first year, as is standard. I took much longer, only achieving my first shift to human at 15 months old. I eventually learned how to control the shift and had a lot of fun with it after. My mother had a handful with us once we learned how to shift. It's a very pleasant sensation to go through so we shifted frequently.

Eventually though, all kits, by nature, get excited to leave and claim their own territories once they've matured. We all feel that call of maturity. It's a cat's instinct that cannot be denied. Mating was also part of being a matured werecat. My mother would go into heat every three years or so and have a litter of 1-3 kits every time so I helped patiently waiting for my instincts to kick in.

The night I reached 21 years old I finally felt the call. How did I know? I could feel the heat rise within me while I slept and my cat instincts became a voice I could hear. It started with a dream that overtook me as I slept. I felt a need grow within. A voice and instinct that could not be denied. The day had come, I was finally ready.

****Dream****

I was in my mountain lion form walking in the forest of trees covered by a blanket of snow. I stopped abruptly, hearing the snow crunch under a heavy set of paws far away. My ears twitched in its direction trying to figure out what it was. He must have heard me at the same time and stopped. He let out a warning growl letting me know he was there. My instincts told me he was a male mountain lion. We only mate when a female desire's it and I was in desire. I wouldn't let just any cat sire my kits, he needed to prove himself as a strong and powerful hunter before I would give him a chance.

My excitement piqued. I let out a curious moan. He started moving in my direction. The mating ritual started. He let out another deep growl of confidence, almost defiance. I sent out a growl to match his but with a lengthy whine at the end. It surprised even me. A whine like that could only mean I was looking to mate. I was in heat but he couldn't smell it as far as he was. The whine gave me away. I waited, if he was worthy he would have to find me on his own. When we finally saw each other my patience was rewarded.

He was a beautiful mountain lion and a werecat as well by the way his intelligent eyes stared into mine, that grass green set of eyes nearly made me melt the snow beneath.

I abruptly turned and leaped away, the chase was on. My heart was pounding and my breathing was rushed. He had to chase me down, if he caught up he would pass yet one of the steps of the ritual. Within just a couple kilometers I could feel his breath on my hunches. The heat of his breath warning me of the moment nearing. Just as he lunged to capture me he shifted to human and wrapped both arms around my neck.

I was all too happy to concede as I landed on my back. I shifted to human form however under this towering man it was anything but simple. My pleasure grew knowing the mating ritual was on. Both of us panting on each other's faces heavily, able to breathe in the health and strength of the other. I took in his sharp jaw and intense eyes, he was amazing to look at. I let out another deep whine of need, a need for this man to give me the pleasure I required.

He bent down to kiss me and I could feel his strong need to do more. His soft lips against mine forcing me to open them. Without a moment's hesitation, he stuck his tongue into my mouth making me taste him. The heat of his naked body radiated near mine without touching as he stood tall on all fours palms flat on each side of my head fingers curling as his kiss deepened. I sucked at his tongue and bit his lower lip and his purr of pleasure warmed my core. It was so warm with the blood rushing towards it, I could feel some wetness starting, anticipating.

I pushed him off before he could do more. I felt his hard muscular body resisting however my surprise attack helped me unbalance him and get him off. I rushed into my small cottage nearby where I kept many comfortable pelts I was hoping to use to mate on. I didn't have to wait long for him to join. The werecat male walked into the cottage and slowed, then stopped 6 feet from me. His entire being entirely exposed; I was finally able to see all of him. His broad chest, shoulders heavily muscled, a narrow waist with a muscular V leading my eyes to his swollen core. He clearly indicated his want to please me by chasing me and stopping before me. He had followed the ritual as was expected of him however he was missing one more aspect. I crossed my arms on my naked chest and my stiff nip*les. I waited. He inspected me just as I had him.

He deemed me a worthy mate in return and took a knee with his head bowed looking at the floor. He was mine for the night! My core was delighted at the prospect of mating with this perfect specimen.

I closed the distance, he didn't move a muscle. Being able to stay still was a highly attractive attribute and he was displaying his to my delight. I walked around him tracing a finger from one shoulder to another inspecting him. Just touching his skin with one finger ignited purrs from the both of us. I wanted to tease him further so I stood in front of him with my core at his head level and placed my hand on the back of his head. I stayed there till he got several breaths in of my smell. At each breath, I could see his veins becoming engorged with blood. Every muscle continued tensing up until the sight made me want to lose control.

I bent down to lick his ear and feeling frisky I bit his earlobe hard until I heard a moan. From this angle, I could see his hard core release a little drop at the tip. Pleased with his reaction I whispered in his ear

"Give me release"

and I let my hand go from his head turning towards the furs.

He stood up and from behind picked me up bridal style. His body holding me like I weighed nothing. So much of our skin touching made my blood pump to my hot and now wet core. I put my arms around his neck and we locked lips once more. As we kissed he started to walk towards the furs just a couple steps away. I let him walk forward as I switched to kissing his strong neck and shoulders. I bit into his muscles testing their strength and feeling them respond in kind. At my bite at the base of his neck, he moaned out loud unable to restrain himself. He placed me gently down on the furs and let me continue my fun with his neck. I sucked hard and deep fully wanting to leave a mark. His strength failed him and he lay on top of me. I could feel his hard core up against my stomach wanting to dominate me.

I wouldn't let him take over like this. I wanted the throbbing between my legs to stop before he got his pleasure. Women always got what they wanted in our mating rituals. So I let go of my hold on him, took his head in my hands, and started pushing down. He was lost in thought and didn't get the hint so I growled and told him

"Down"

and he complied. He didn't stop anywhere else along the way even if my nip*les craved attention. I wanted him to satisfy my most immediate needs.

He lowered himself till his face was in front of my core. He took a deep breath in and as he exhaled I felt his hot breath against my now very sensitive pink skin. He dove right in with his tongue, taking in my juices and paying full attention to my c**t. His tongue pressure got more intense, his hold on my hips so strong I could hardly move as pleasure soared through me. I grabbed his wrist with one hand and a handful of hair with the other. I moaned with pleasure. Loving his special attention. I wanted more. I needed him to push me over the edge.

"Fingers"

I managed to say between waves of pleasure. He obliged by taking his free hand and running two fingers all over my entrance to get them wet. My need for it grew and I begged

"now!"

"Make me climax!"

He drove two fingers inside me without hesitation and applied pressure internally while never stopping his work on my c**t. I felt his fingers inside me, my most personal and intimate spot, and my needs climbed, demanding release.

I felt like my blood was boiling. I was nearing the top.

"Just a little longer, harder!"

I exclaimed. He shoved his mouth against me hard using the previously adored neck muscles to make it happen. His fingers reaching the perfect spot. The wave came, my back arched and my breathing stopped. I rode the high until it seemed like I'd fallen off the cliff and I let myself release. My c*m covering his fingers and hands and my core becoming engorged with blood.

I woke up from this amazing dream with my own fingers covered in my juices and nail marks on my thighs. This was a first. I'd never had that need to find a mate and make it happen or to run around the snow in search of him. It was something I wanted to make happen.

"Home....find it"

I heard my cat's instincts as clear as if someone was talking to me for the first time and I couldn't have agreed more.

That morning I ate breakfast with my mom and said my goodbyes. It was time I headed out.