#woofusness

She’s just… supposed to have sex now.

With Njall, apparently. Because yes, she had agreed to HIM in particular.

He looked at her with big, questioning eyes. Unsure of the whole process as well.

Gabrielle took another deep breath.

There was a strange tension in the air.

Usually there was some… foreplay, at least?

Being unable to have any… ‘rules’ didn’t help. At all.

Gnawing on her lower lip, she looked back at him with a slight smile and nodded…

“… yes?”

Njall’s head jerked up. Ears perked, tail to attention, wagging. Which wold have been almost adorable if not for the fact why and her shoulders raised more until-

“… not ready,” the mountain said, tilting his head. Tilting it this was and that. In front of her.

She hadn’t even noticed she was clutching the pillow. Leaned away from him.

But he climbed on the bed and sniffed. Experimentally. First in her direction, then leaning over. Slightly more, when Gabrielle couldn’t help but watch, moving only her eyes to do so.

What… what was happening?

Soon enough, the currently very human nose of his was sniffing her neck. Up close and personal, taking a deep intake, before the moved slightly and towards her ear, her hair, her shoulders…

“… you sure?” He tilted his head again.

Gabe stared blankely until she finally… finally broke into laughter.

“Yes! Yes. I guess with you it’s…”

“Good!” he said, knocking her over with that same nose. And he sniffed her breasts, sniffed every angle, lifted until he moved downwards, moved to her bellybutton, earned a sneeze and a DEEP sniff until he moved even further downwards and licked deep inside of her.

Her eyes flew WIDE open.

“NJALL”

He immediately stopped and looked at her intently.

Her hands covered her lower regions. She hadn’t even noticed. And now stared. Stared at him and the whole situation.

Then he tilted his head

And the tension left her body. Laying on her back, a mountain of a man hunched over her, and apparently very…. attentive?

“… okay…?”

Action was an immediate.

A nod. And a dive. Down. And le licked and licked inside of her and Gabe shuddered, because this was not done and he somehow maintained a longer tongue and he rolled his tongue.

And now her teeth were on her lower lip her hands in sheets and it’s just a thing because he seems to like doing this and kept on doing it, until she wriggled for a different angle and it was strange and her insides pulled in one way and the other and it was entirely a surprise when she basically hiccupped a moan, hiccupped and came and tensed all at once.

And Njall licked once more over her when he said: “Ready now” and licked his lips and it was the irrationally most attractive thing when he did and pulled one leg over his shoulder.

Her head was slightly spinning when he raised her up the bed, angled her with just strength and then she could see how he was very much hard and…

“OH dear!”

He jumps away. She’s on the mattress again. Landed on it. Still confused, still somewhat out of it, still…

“… … …. what?”

“Too big” he says, looking around, not sure, how to best leave with…

Gabrielle stared. And thought. And stared and: “… good”, she blinked at it, “This is a good thing”

Njall stopped, now also confused, staring, again, very intently. Gabrielle shuddered, thinking what that meant the last time and-

She wrapped a hand around the massive erection.

It dripped at that.

The thought of having it inside and-

“It is,” she said, eyeing it hungrily. Just a little bit. Maybe.

Action was immediate. Again.

He slipped her leg onto his shoulder, repositioning himself. Getting himself against her, slipping up, moving over and trying again, all frantic and movable and she grabbed and guided and this time it was a keening noise. Keen and full of a shudder and it didn’t stop when he moved in and in and filled her up until it wasn’t possible no more. No space. And the stretch delicious.

And Njall was a whimpering mess.

With a wagging tail.

And then he started moving.

Slow first, slow and there and everywhere and he couldn’t do anything continue because he needed to.

His hips moving forward and she felt boneless with him doing that over and over again and hitting everything.

He moved and moved faster until he wasn’t.

And she got filled. Filled with those cubs. Promise fulfilled. Belly growing, she felt him spill

Felt him be rigid and shuddering and messy, when he came. All done. Done with everything and shaking.

Until he just crashed on the mattress.

And for a second, Gabrielle remembered the worried expression and curled up against him.

Because he sleeps in front of the door. And should be there. And there should not be a stranger suddenly in her bedroom. Because Njall is there.

“…ah … hn… ya?” a gravelly voice said, sounding utterly calm. Questioning. A bit confused.

She frowned at the wall in front of her, her forehead hurt from the frown. Until she turned to glimpse over the edge of the bed.

Just to see the very tall stranger standing at the door. Sporting ears, apparently. And a tail. And hair.

Like, not-normal ears. He had dog ears. Possibly wolf-ears, given the circumstances. And very shaggy hair. And an actual, hairy wolf-tail. Beard, too.

He also wore a shirt that apparently itched terribly, since he scratched every few seconds.

Same with the pants. All black, like his hair. And two brown, somewhat worried-looking eyes.

He just… stood and waited there. And scratched sometimes.

“… … … Njall, is that you?” She was still frowning.

“… … ya?” It sounded like he was not used to speaking.

Which, of course, would be true if this was actually Njall.

She ran her hand through her hair: “… whose idea was it that you just come in here like that”

“… Maz’n,” he answered, now with a slight frown.

It… it probably was fine, then. She got up and sighed: “Go away from the door and let me look out”

He did as he was told, bare feet tapping on the floor.

The floor was perfectly fine. No scratches, no signs of fights that hadn’t been there the last day, no bloody Njall. Neither a sleeping one.

With a sigh, she returned to the inside of the room and locked the door: “Okay. So. What’s the matter?” She sat down on the bed and pat the place next to her.

Njall – he moved kind of like him, only… more insecure – tapped over and sat down: “You… are good with…” He gestured to himself.

She tilted her head: “I am perfectly fine with you in your wolf-form, Njall,” she proceeded to lean against him and scratch him favourite spot behind his left ear.

As usual, his leg twitched slightly upwards. Another point in the it-is-Njall-pile.

But soon enough, he calmed down enough to catch her hand in his own (very carefully). And looked at her: “… for the… ah… the cubs”

One of his ears drooped down, a little unsure, there.

Meanwhile, the sun was barely glimpsing over the horizon.

…

Of course this was not going to be easy, right?

She looked u at the human hair-mountain.

She relaxed back against his side and continued. There really was no use in being upset with him. He might enjoy that.

The best course of action was to simply ignore him and wait until he gives u-

“I can understand. Big, solid presence… excellent moral compass… very trustworthy… excellent fighter… great muscles… the scars are bloody impressive… I do get it, really,” he nodded solemnly.

Wherever this was going, it was nowhere good.

“There’s just one thing I don’t get”

Definitely nothing good,

“Why do you want to get fucked by an actual wolf?”

She flipped the fabric sideways on the table. He was unbelievable.

“Is the raw animal charm? The touch of the forbidden fruit? Always wanted to know how it would be… a wild animal taking you?”

Gabrielle massaged the bridge of her nose.

“Because if that’s it, rest assured, we are all capable of a more annimalis-“

“NO. This. Mazin. You… this is why you were immediately kicked out of the list of candidates!”

“Awww, but I was oooon?”

Sometimes… her nerves: “No- you… look. Njall is simply the best out of the lot of you. He is kind. And caring. And protective. And I can actually trust him”

“And he has a really huge wolf-di-“

“MAZIN!” This was. This was unacceptable. She was blushing from sheer… embarrassment for him! Yes!

“I’m just saying. You’ve never seen him in a human form, so I guess you really are in for a wild ride on a rather unfamiliar sti-”

“SHUT up!” She put both her hands on his mouth.

He raised his brows at her.

“You--- you are all wolves. That’s- I can’t change that. It’s true. Whoever I would choose. You’Re all wolves. So. It’s nothing wrong, there. It’s… just strange. And weird. Sure it might definitely be easier if… he wasn’t a wolf. But I want someone I trust. And that’s not you. And not Samil. And not Velius. And none of the other ones Njall constantly has to growl at! And definitely not you. So. If wolf has to. Then wolf. There”

After she was done talking, he licked her hands. And she slapped him for it, because he was disgusting.

“You excluded me twice!” He said, grinning.

“I wonder WHY” She rubbed her hands clean on his clothes. Just… ew.

“But you would prefer a human-formed partner, then, I suppose”

She scowled at him. Hard. But he looked back at her with some rare seriousness, so she rolled her eyes and huffed: “… It would be easier. But I want Njall. Yes. I chose him”

“Good, then!” HE smiled and posed as a nonthreatening pillow once again, held out the embroidery, even.

She snatched it from him. He was lucky he was such a comfortable pillow.

It was time to not think about ‘really huge wolf-dicks’.

…

With a bit of a blush, she continued her way to the garden, leaning against the ever reliable wolf that protected her for the weeks of their journey here.

He opened his sleepy eyes and – like the few times before already – curled around her to keep her warm. It was almost a bit of a ritual by that time.

This time, she did not want to sleep immediately, though…

“Njall?” she whispered.

An acknowledging rumble came from the mountain next to her.

“You know how Samil let me stay because I can bear cubs for him, right?”

A much more growly rumble came from him, and his tail rolled closer to her, protective. It was rather cute.

“… well… what… what would you say if I wanted you to be the father of thee cu-”

CRACK.

Thud

“AHAHAAAHAHAHAAAHHAHAHA!”

The laughing fit continued about twenty meters away from them, a person and a branch laying on the floor, rolling about in case of the former.

Gabe found herself a little deeper buried in the mountain of a wolf, which rumbled at the intruder.

“ahahah… aahaha… ha… aaaah… outch… ah. Sorry. Sorry, don’t feel too interrupted. Sorry. I go to bed. But we have good hearing, so… oh boy. Sorry. Ahahah… haah… I can’t believe this,” Mazin stood and trotted off to the castle, tail waving, head shaking: “Keep her safe, aye?”

Njall settled again, giving Gabrielle more freedom. And nuzzling her once.

All this had become a bit… embarrassing.

“You… heard what I said, right?” Njall – the mountain – managed to look sheepish for a second, then lowered his ears carefully and made a jowly acknowledging noise.

“You’ll think about it?”

The wolf still looked distressed, but settled a little more.

And then offered his tail as a blanket for her.

Well.

Well!

It was still terrifying, the way he held himself, the way his eyes weren’t entirely human, the way he walked like a predator, even in his human form. And also like someone to be respected. To be feared, even. The heavy coat did not help.

He was calm. Calm and collected when he greeted her. Calm and collected and entirely focused on her. And then reminded her of her promise. Offspring.

After he had sniffed, he proclaimed that it obviously had not taken yet, hence his visit. There were to be cubs. For their continued support of her own, foreign one.

Certainly not by him. Was her answer. One he merely sneered at.

Fine. But it will happen soon. Or resources will be too precious.

The whole meeting played back in her mind. He had left after that. And her body untensed.

She had been sure she was fine the whole time, but she apparently hadn’t. Because now she was shaking slightly. Felt cold.

He had not even threatened her. Just came into the room she called now ‘home’ while she sat on a chair, said his piece and walked out again.

He had felt more like a wolf than even Mazin with his ears and tail and fur. He was distinctly less… human.

And Mazin put a blanket over her shoulders: “…dickhead,”, he squatted in front of the chair: “He really didn’t need to be so ominous about it”

The knives had vanished. And the slinky wolf looked… a little worried.

Gabrielle did feel a little shaken as well, but still said: “Well, he can be as ominous as he wants. He can’t force me to do anything”

Mazin… tilted his head: “… well. You do look very composed. Did when he was there as well. But we can smell fear”

She scrunched up her nose at that.

“Soooo… ah… while you are right in assuming we will make sure no harm comes to you… it still begs the question: Do you want to stick with us and get taken care of for the price of… well… sleeping with one of us… or do you want to live away from us again? I admit you – and your daughter – took the whole thing rather well. Everyone is used to you by now and it would work out fine.  But… yeah…” Mazin scratched his nose.

“… I have to give birth to… baby werewolves”

“Jupp, pretty much!”

She frowned at him again. And pulled the blanket closer. Let me think about it. And you stop being an ass, too,” she poked him with her foot and he made a roll backwards, standing up.

“I’ll try. I’ll occupy Matia and Ludovico a little, still. Rolling up in a ball is easier alone. I’ll bring snacks!”

And disappeared.

-absconded over her shoulder, a wagging tail slapping her in the face, while the pup used her back as a ramp down.

And joined the rest of the group.

It was a tumble of fur, while the man still held one puppy in his arms.

“See where that gets you? Terrible form” He sneered.

And Gabrielle fumed inwardly: “Well, who are you to tell me such things?”

“My name is Velius Arslan. And you better remember it, chosen by Samil or not, you certainly have a lot to learn” He whistled and the tiny clouds ran away. Except for the one she had carried. It licked her knee and rubbed it’s head against her before trotting after the others.

Behind Gabrielle, a snort happened: “Ahahahaaaa~! Ah, that went as well as expected”

He hung himself over her shoulders and she immediately shrugged him off, glaring at him: “What the hell?”

“You met our dear Velius, he’s in charge of the cubs right now. I suppose you see why we aren’t entirely certain it’s a good idea?”

“Ts,” this was ridiculous, “No matter! You have cubs! You don’t need me! You shouldn’t have… have kidnapped and- and-“

“That’s what Njall is there for, isn’t he?” Here this… ‘Mazin looked almost apologetic, “The big guy is right, we know…”

“And you HAVE cubs! Where IS their mother?! Are these adopted? What even happened here?!” The whole thing was weird.

“Ah, you see… maybe people are not always… fond of our kind? And their mom… tried to be diplomatic. And truthful. It… didn’t end well. For neither party”

She stared at him for a long minute until he actually looked out the window.

“SO! Cub gone! Time to show you some rooms close to kitchen and bathrooms, huh?” He sprung to life again.

Meanwhile, Gabe looked suspiciously at the half-wolf. Still Grinning, that one.

“What.”

“Awwwwm soooo touchy. But I think a little tour would be good for you. Nice place for you and your human cub. You really have mostly free pickings!” And with that, he held the door open.

And Gabe could not do much but go inside.

It was… sturdy. As a castle should be. Weapons hung on the wall. Furs on the floor. The doors were heavy and set with iron clasps.

It was not the most welcoming place. But it was clean. And their footsteps were soft on the floor. There was no wind. No insects. The temperatures were… just fine, really. Not too warm, not too cold.

It was an actual, sturdy building.

This fact alone made her relax just the smallest amount, shoulders sinking, knots unravelling. It felt a little like civilisation. Less wolves.

Even with one next to her.

It even smelled less wolfish… maybe she might even get a bath and smell less like one herself.

They wandered around on the ground floor… the kitchen was filled with knives… but the pantry was actually full – also with vegetables… and spices.

It was a marvel. And possibly delicious meals.

From the kitchen was a flight of stairs to the upper floor.

Mazin constantly disappeared to some corner so asking any question was not… really possible.

But well. He was squatting on a windowsill next to a door and… grinned, waving at it.

Nothing truly good could be behind this door.

But she opened it anyway. And was greeted by… a hoard of fluffy balls. With a chubby, but well dressed man in the middle.

He looked over as soon as the door opened. And frowned: “HOW are you holding this CUB?!”

So she had a wolf puppy with her. To ride Njall with (it was delighted), to let Matia play with it (they were… somewhat evenly matched?), to curl up with in the evening. And feed.

At least the little one didn’t try to bite her. It did try with Matia. Who bit back. Which… well… happened.

Not much to do about it, really.

Gabrielle got used to a nose in her face at the first sign of dawn. And that she had to wake Njall so the little one could pee.

… why were they such earlybirds, really. The little pup and Matia. Njall joined as well. And then there was just a cold cave.

When she was feeling particularly sorry for herself, Njall’s overgrown paw pet her back and spoke for the first time: “Better soon” And went after the others.

It had been a very rough voice, not often used. Sounded like it hurt to speak.

It was a little touching that he did it to let her know.

In what way it would be better… was still shrouded in mystery, but… alright.

After another week, she was very close to finally asking, when they… reached a bit of a clearing

They reached a place in the endless forest that actually went… uphill. And then there was… a castle.

A real, actual, honest-to-goodness castle.

With a ditch and towers and a roof to walk around on and… a bridge got lowered whem they approached.

The whole wolf pack trotted in, much less alert than usual. They simply… trotted. Yawning. Stretching. When Njall walked through the giant doors, a THUD happened right next to them.

… it was the weird person from before: “You MADE it! Very nice! Should I show you around?”