Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2022 11:24:46 +0000
From: Rust <rusty8172@protonmail.com>
Subject: Passion of the Night Beast: Chapter 3

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******

Joachim:

Climbing out of a large metal bathtub, Joachim Nachtmahr walked across
the room to grab a towel off a hook hanging on the wall. Vigorously
drying his wet, naked body, the pack leader walked out of his bathroom
and into his bedroom to see the nude, seventeen year old Omega he had
spent the night with still sound asleep on his wood framed bed.

At 7ft tall, and weighing 240ibs, the forty five year old Lycander pack
leader was a rugged, svelte werewolf with dark brown hair and pale blue
eyes. With three long scars running down the right side of his face and
several tribal tattoos on his chest, back, and arms, even naked the
rustic Lycander looked intimidating.

Admiring the firm, round butt on the young Omega that he had rutted with
the night before, he was suddenly pulled out of his lustful hypnosis when
he heard a knock at his cabin door. Wrapping the towel around his waist
he moved to the front of his den to see who it was.

Standing on the other side of the door was his son, Brand. "Hello
father."

Without a word, Joachim motioned the young Alpha inside. Grabbing a
rolled cigarette off a table in his living space, the grizzled Alpha
leader lit the end as he addressed his son. "How's that new mate a yurs,
boy?"

"He's good. Kinda tired from the pregnancy, but good." Said Brand.
Looking down the hallway and seeing the naked, young Omega stretched out
on Joachim's bed, Brand fought hard to refrain from judging his father's
playboy ways.

Joachim smiled faintly. "Hit the bullseye on your first rut together, eh?
You definitely are a Nachtmahr. Just make sure he takes the right herbs
and eats the right kinda game. Your papa didn't care enough to do that
and he lost three of my pups because of it."

Feeling repressed anger rise up in him inspired by the current topic of
conversation, Brand changed the subject. "So you had a question about
nominating another wolf for a reconnaissance mission?"

The pack leader took a long drag off his cigarette. "Yeah. Who do you
think would be a good candidate to send to stake out the humans? I'd
prefer someone younger, preferably."

Brand was a young squad leader in the pack's army of warriors. Thinking
carefully about the werewolves on his team, the young Alpha came up with
a name. "Sam Wild is a good candidate. He's strong, smart, and he knows
how to follow orders."

Taking another drag, Joachim nodded his head. "I'll look into him."

Glancing over at the bedroom one more time, Brand couldn't resist
tuanting his father. "I hear you're running in the next mating ritual.
You finally get tired of whorin around?" Asked the young Alpha,
pointedly.

Visibly irritated, Joachim answered his son. "I want another Alpha pup
before my reign's done. This time, I'd like to try for a son who'll live
up to my expectations." Said the pack leader, acerbically.

Brand scoffed at his father's comment. Turning to leave, the young Alpha
quickly walked out of the pack leader's cabin, worried about what he'd
say or do if he stayed any longer.

Leaning out of his cabin door, Joachim called out to his son. "Don't let
that little Omega bitch run you, boy!"

Stepping back into his cabin, Joachim walked into the bedroom. Sitting
down on his bed beside the sleeping, young Omega, he gently began rubbing
the boy's bare ass as he thought back on the events of his life, and how
he got to be where he was at that moment.

******

Thirty five years earlier...

Born into a dynasty of Lycander pack leaders, Joachim was the third Alpha
brother of his three Alpha; one Beta den of siblings. Being one of the
Alpha sons of Frank Nachtmahr, the third leader of the Nachtmahr pack,
the young Alpha was expected to live up to the enormous expectations and
weight of his father's name.

Being two years older than his little, eight year old Beta brother,
Andreas, ten year old Joachim adored his younger sibling, taking on the
role of his best friend and protector.

Being two rambunctious pups, Joachim and Andreas were known among their
pack for being little scamps, playing practical jokes on their peers and
skipping pup lessons to go skinny dipping in the creek. Though their
father reprimanded the two pups on many occasions for their disruptive
behavior, the Alpha leader secretly enjoyed the exuberant spirit that
both of his sons expressed.

Though Joachim's early life with his brother Andreas had been sweet,
tragically, it wouldn't last.

On one particularly beautiful, sunny afternoon, Joachim and Andreas had
decided to skip pup lessons to climb a tree; playing together without a
care as they loudly laughed and howled the day away.

Forgetting to pay attention to his surroundings like he had been taught,
Joachim suddenly heard a whizzing sound, followed by a gust of warm air.
Seeing a piece of bark fly off of the tree he and his brother were
playing on, the Alpha pup immediately became alarmed. "HUNTERS!"

Hearing his older brother yell, Andreas jumped down from the tree.
Morphing into his werewolf form before he landed on the ground, the young
Beta pup took off in a dead sprint.

Following his little brother's lead, Joachim morphed as well, quickly
doing his best to catch up to him. As both pups continued running,
Joachim got ahead of his brother, turning around to growl at him to run
faster. As he looked behind Andreas, he saw two hunters in a Jeep; one
was driving while the other aimed his rifle at them, snapping off rounds
as the two pups ran for cover.

Seeing a large field of tall grass just up ahead, Joachim ran faster,
knowing once he and Andreas got into the grass, the hunters would be
unable to see them. Crossing safely over the threshold into the grass,
Joachim turned to look back on his little brother. "Come on Andreas,
hurry!" Yelled the pup.

Just as his brother was leaping into the air, Joachim heard a loud
popping sound. Suddenly, he saw his little brother's body go limp as he
hit the ground, sliding just a few inches away from the protection of the
tall grass. Joachim watched through the blades of grass as Andreas
morphed into his human form, his little body lying motionless on the
ground.

Seeing the hunters pull up in their vehicle, the Alpha pup stayed quiet
as he watched the two human men approach his brother's body.

Staring down at the small, naked werewolf, the younger of the two men
flashed a look of distress. "Shit, Joe! Did we accidentally shoot a
kid?!"

Looking irritated, the other hunter responded. "No, Clint, you idiot!
Some of these dogs transform back into their human shape when they're
dead."

Joachim hid quietly in the tall grass, trying not to whimper as he began
to cry. Continuing to watch the hunters, the young Alpha saw one of them
crouch down to turn Andreas from his side onto his back. Paying close
attention, Joachim looked on as the hunter opened his brother's legs to
investigate his genitalia.

Lifting the pup's penis, the hunter realized he didn't have a canine
knot, causing him to scowl. "Goddamnit! It's just a Beta!" Said Joe.

Clint looked on in confusion. "So? What's that mean?"

Joe impatiently responded to his friend. "Means it's not an Alpha, so it
ain't worth shit. Come on, let's go."

"But what about the carcaas?" Asked Clint.

"Just leave it! Some animal will eat it." Replied Joe.

Turning to follow his buddy, Clint looked back at the pup's body. "Sorry
little one. Tough break."

Joachim waited quietly until the hunters drove away, running to his
brother's side once he knew they were gone. Lifting Andreas head, Joachim
saw the bloodied bullet hole in the back of his brother's skull.
Gathering him up in his arms, the Alpha pup continued to weep as he held
his brother's lifeless little body in his arms.

******

Standing in the corner of the Alpha meeting hall, Joachim stared at his
brother's body, expressionless, as it was laid down on the huge, oval,
wood table. Sitting at the table directly in front of his son's corpse,
Frank, the Alpha leader also stared at the dead pup in stoic silence.

Having removed the silver bullet that killed the young Beta right there
in the meeting hall, the pack doctor had set it down on the table beside
the body.

Sitting around the table with their leader, Frank's loyal, Alpha
henchwolves also looked on at the dead pup. Angered over the incident,
one of the Lycanders spoke up.

"We goin to war, sir?" Asked the Alpha.

Sitting quietly, a few seconds passed before the leader responded to his
roomful of warriors. "No. We can't risk the entire pack for one
Beta...even if he was my son. What you beasts can do for me is help me
build a pyre...one that is sturdy enough to properly send my boy up to
the Great Beast Spirit."

Moving away from the table, the Alpha pack members walked in a single
file, exiting the hall to gather outside to build a memorial pyre for
their leader's son.

Still standing in the corner of the room, Joachim became furious. Not
only had he witnessed the murder of his best friend by two bumbling
humans, but now his father refused to do anything about it. Angry at the
humans and his father, the young Alpha vowed to seek revenge, not just
from the two human men that took his brother from him, but from the
entire world as well.

******

Running quickly through the vast fields of the realm, Joachim, now
sixteen years old, carried supplies tied to his body as he raced towards
the east in his Lycander form, heading for the caves at the base of the
mountains where his grandfather lived.

Having once been the second Nachtmahr to lead the pack, Alexander
Nachtmahr, Joachim's grandfather, had been forcibly removed as pack
leader and banished to the caves eight years ago for engaging in a
practice banned by the modern day Lycander: he actively ingested human
flesh.

Though killing humans in battle was viewed as a necessity for the
werewolf's survival, being the Lycander race had evolved from the ancient
human male, it was considered cannibalism to ingest human flesh. It was
also banned due to the fact that the practice was addictive, and would
slowly drive the Lycander who engaged in it into a deep state of
insanity.

With strict instructions to drop off the supplies in front of the cave
and leave, Joachim morphed into his human form, dropping the satchel of
goods down on the ground. Just as he was about to run away, he heard the
sound of a raspy male voice call out to him. "Boy! Bring that bag over to
me!"

Turning around, Joachim spotted his grandfather standing in his human
form, naked, in front of the entrance to his cave. The young Alpha looked
over the old Alpha, studying his appearance closely. Standing at 6ft7
with a large belly, long gray matted hair and overgrown beard, Joachim
could barely recognize the man who had once been the robust werewolf that
he knew as a pup.

Ignoring his grandfather's command, the young Alpha turned to leave when
he heard the old Alpha plead with him.

"Please Joachim! I miss my Cubby." Said Alexander, sadly.

Joachim froze. Cubby had been his grandfather's pet name for him as a
pup. Feeling his heart strings being tugged at, the young Alpha turned
back to face his grandfather. "I'll come in. But just for a minute."

Seeing the gleeful, deranged smile stretched across his face, Joachim
apprehensively took his grandfather's hand as the old Alpha led him
inside the cave.

Walking into the dark environment, the first thing Joachim noticed was a
small pit fire burning in the center of the area, followed by a foul
odor. Moving further into the cave, the teen werewolf came upon a sight
that made his blood run cold.

On one side of the cave wall, the young Alpha saw three naked human
bodies chained up by their wrists. The one furthest away was nothing but
a rotted human corpse. The body in the middle was a recently deceased
human female. On closer inspection, the young Alpha could see that the
woman's dead body was covered in claw marks and werewolf bites. Finally,
Joachim saw the third body as it hung weakly against the wall; he was a
middle aged, human man, still alive as he quietly whimpered and moaned.

Frightened, the young Alpha was about to run when he suddenly recognized
the last man hanging against the wall. Inspecting his face closer, he
realized it was Joe, the hunter who had killed his little brother six
years previously.

"The Great Beast told me you were searching for this human! I prepared
dinner for you, Cubby!" Said Alexander, with a maniacal look in his eyes.

Snarling, Joachim's pale blue eyes began to glow as his incisors got
bigger and his claws grew longer.

Frightened by the young Alpha's partial transformation, Joe began to
yell, loudly.

Suddenly, morphing into his beast form, Alexander sunk his teeth into the
human man's flesh. Watching his grandfather naw and chew on the man's
body as he screamed in agony, Joachim joined him as the two Alpha's tore
the human to pieces, eating him alive.

******

Three years after the incident in the cave with his grandfather, nineteen
year old Joachim sat on the tire wheel in the bed of his old beat up
truck, smoking a rolled cigarette in the dark of the night. Patiently
waiting with a bottle containing a toxin and a rag at his feet, the Alpha
kept a close lookout for the familiar human man he knew worked at the old
tavern on the rarely traveled, seldom patroled, dirt road.

Watching as Clint, the thirty something human man who had helped kill his
little brother nine years before, exited the building to lock the door
behind him. Moving with inhuman speed, Joachim ran up behind the man from
a few hundred yards away in a matter of seconds.

Startled by the tall Lycander's sudden presence, Clint began to scream.
Quickly covering his mouth with a cloth soaked in liquid Deadly
Nightshade, Joachim waited for his victim to drift into a state of
unconsciousness before picking him up to dump him into the back of his
truck.

A few hours later, Clint awoke naked and confused, barely realizing that
he was somewhere out in the country in the middle of the night.
Struggling to get up on his knees after being drugged, the human male
began to plead with the large man he saw standing above him in front of
the bright, blinding headlights of the truck.

"Please, let me go! You can take anything you want!" Begged Clint as his
naked body shivered in the dark, cold, autumn wind.

Joachim grinned wickedly as he gazed down at the small human man.
"Anything I want? If that's the case, then all I'll ask for is your sad
little life."

Clint watched in horror as the Alpha Lycander transformed into his
beastly, werewolf form. Attempting to crawl away from the monster, the
human man began to scream when he saw the werewolf's large, glowing eyes,
huge claws, and enormously, sharp teeth.

Clumsily standing up, Clint attempted to run away, desperately trying to
flee from the being that meant to kill him.

Letting the man get a head start, Joachim watched with malicious glee as
the crying human repeatedly stumbled and fell, doing everything in his
power to escape. Eventually growing tired of watching his prey struggle
to survive, Joachim ran up behind him, quickly dragging one of his claws
across the man's back, slashing him deeply.

Landing on his stomach, Clint cried out in pain before the werewolf
turned the man over to face him. Staring down at the wounded, defenseless
human, the Alpha werewolf uttered the last words Clint would ever hear.

"Sorry little one!" Growled Joachim. "Tough break!"

Opening his jaws to expose his razor sharp teeth as they dripped with
saliva, Clint loudly screamed one last time before the Alpha werewolf bit
down on his throat, ripping it out with one bite.

******

Three years after killing Clint, Joachim was twenty two years old when he
had chased down an eighteen year old Omega named Aldo to be his mate.
Having impregnated the young Omega on the night of their first mating
ritual, Joachim had celebrated his union, and the conception of his pup,
by drunkinly rutting with a different sixteen year old Omega the night
after.

When the future pack leader's first offspring had been miscarried, he had
forgiven his mate when the pack doctor told him that the being had most
likely been an Omega. When Aldo had miscarried their second pup, Joachim
had become angry, leading him to beat on the poor werewolf, threatening
him that if he lost another one of his offspring he would kill him.

It wasn't long after the incident that Joachim had impregnated Aldo
again, this time resulting in the birth of his Alpha son, Brand, six
months later. Overjoyed by the arrival of his superior male pup, the new
Alpha father had all but forgotten his promise to harm his mate.

However, the peace and harmony in his den would eventually come to an end
when a year later Joachim's mate gave birth to a stillborn pup; it had
been an Alpha.

Blind with rage, Joachim stripped his mate naked, bound his hands and
collared his neck. Pulling him by a leash, the Alpha had dragged Brand's
papa deep into the wilderness. Three days later, the pack leader had
returned to the camp, naked and covered in his mate's sexual fluids; he
had also been covered in his blood.

Though the incident had caused controversy, leading some members of the
pack to want to seek justice for the slain Omega, ultimately the Beta
magistrate of the pack had excused Joachim, being the pack bore his
family name and he would most likely be the successor to his father's
leadership chair.

******

Back in the present...

Lying on top of Lane, Joachim rammed his thick canine cock repeatedly
inside the Omega's orifice.

Feeling the pack leader shove his big, hard dick further and further
inside of him, Lane suddenly felt the leaders knot forcefully enter his
hole, leading his body to jump from the sensation.

"Hah!" Gasped Lane.

Watching the Omega's expression with a smile, Joachim proceeded to fuck
the elder Omega's hole as he heavily perspired all over him.

Lane stood at 5ft7 and weighed 135ibs, with dark blond hair and hazel
eyes. With a slim, toned physique, at twenty six, he was considered to be
an elder now that he had surpassed the breeding ages of sixteen to twenty
five. Having contracted a mystical infection in his teens after being
cursed by a malicious warlock, Lane had become sterile, leaving him
ineligible to participate in a mating run.

Feeling himself getting close to cumming, Joachim forcibly pulled his
knot from Lane's hole, causing the Omega to shout.

"Aaahhh!" Cried Lane.

Standing up on the bed, Joachim grabbed the Omega by the back of his
head. Pointing his thick canine cock in his face, the pack leader sprayed
his wet jizz in Lane's mouth, thoroughly enjoying the sight of his cum as
it ran off of his lips and down his chin.

"FUCK...YES!" Yelled Joachim.

After shaking the remnants of leftover cum out of his dick, the Alpha
leader jumped down from the bed. Putting on his jeans, Joachim sat in a
chair beside the nightstand as he lit up a cigarette.

Reaching down to pick a towel up off the ground, Lane wiped his face
before leaning over to the nightstand to pour two mugs of water. Offering
one to Joachim, the Alpha declined by shaking his head. Digging into the
pocket of his leather jacket, the pack leader retrieved a flask filled
with his favorite kind of whiskey.

Lane watched as the Alpha took a drag of his cigarette before bringing
the flask up to his lips. "I really wish you'd take better care of
yourself, sir."

Joachim looked straight at the Omega with a sly smile. "Don't you worry
about me, baby. I'm gonna live forever."

Lane smiled back. "I heard you're gonna run in the next mating ritual.
Guess that means you won't be visiting me anymore?"

Joachim could hear the disappointment in the Omega's voice. "I'm gonna
run, but who the fuck said I'm not gonna visit ya anymore?" Seeing the
pack leader smile, Lane smiled back at him.

Putting on his shirt and boots, the Alpha leader picked up his jacket,
preparing to leave.

"Sir, wait!" Said Lane. "Don't you want me to bathe you before your
meeting?"

Putting on his jacket, the pack leader leaned over the Omega. Moving in
very close to his face, the rough and tough Alpha spoke in a soft, yet
licentious tone of voice. "Naw. I like it when the other Alpha's can
smell your dick juice on me."

Lane smiled as the older Alpha kissed him passionately. Looking down,
Joachim spotted Lane's little hard cock standing straight up as it leaked
fluid. Reaching down between his legs, the Alpha wet his finger tips with
the Omega's jizz before bringing them up to his lips to suck them dry.

Walking towards the door, Joachim turned around. "For what it's worth, I
wish you were the one I was chasin down in that ritual."

Watching the grizzled, older Alpha as he walked out the door, Lane
couldn't help but wish for the same thing.

******

As the Alpha pack meeting began to wind down, Joachim called for an
adjournment. Hearing their leader bang the large wooden gavel, all of the
Alphas engaged in a handshake and upper body bro hug, signalling to the
room that it was time for the after party to commence, and for the
drinking to begin.

As a couple of attractive, young Omegas entered the war room with trays
of shots, Brand noticed his father putting his arm around Sam's shoulder
before whispering something in his ear. Based on their conversation
earlier that day, Brand had assumed he was telling the young werewolf
about the recon mission.

An hour and many drinks later, about ten Alphas began pulling the clothes
off of the two young Omegas who had served them shots. Now stark naked,
the two young werewolves were laid down on top of the huge meeting room
table with their legs spread open, exposing their holes to receive as
many big canine Alpha cocks as they could handle.

While most of the Alphas pulled down their pants to begin running train
on the two young Omega wolves, Jed, an older Alpha who was Joachim's
second in command, put his hands on Brand's shoulders.

"Come on, kid! Time for a piece a ass!" Yelled the grizzled, middle aged
Alpha over all the noise.

"Naw, Jed, I think I'm gonna go home to Kasper." Said Brand.

Jed smiled as he nodded his head. "Nothing like young love between a
master and his Omega. Okay boy, well, you kiss that handsome young thing
for me and have a good night. I'm gonna get my nut!"

Brand chuckled as he watched Jed unbuckle his belt and happily get in
line to bang one of the nude Omegas. Just as he was turning to leave the
building, Brand saw his father take a hold of Sam's arm as he guided the
young Alpha into his personal office.

Letting his thoughts shift to Sam, he hoped the young Alpha would be
successful and return from the mission he was about to embark on.
Thinking back on some of the previous Alpha's that had been sent out on
recon missions, it seemed that so many of them never came home.

Brand exhaled deeply as he watched the two of them walk out of sight.
"Good luck, Sam."

******

Once inside his office, Joachim motioned for Sam to take a seat as he
poured him a stiff drink. Sitting down the young Alpha smiled, grateful
for the opportunity to help his pack in a covert operation.

While the pack leader stood at his bar with his back turned to the young
Alpha, he proceeded to heavily pour him a drink as he quietly fished
around in his jacket with his hand. Pulling a small vile of purple liquid
out of his pocket, Joachim quickly poured the substance into Sam's drink,
stirring it with his finger as he added it to the alcohol that the young
Alpha would be guzzling down in a matter of seconds.

******

About thirty minutes later, Derrek was tired as he walked towards the
Alpha meeting hall in the dark. Having left his hammer behind from when
he and Marius had worked on the structure a few days before, the young
Beta had gone back to look for it in the dark, finding it lying in the
grass almost immediately. Hearing the sound of loud music and howling
coming from inside the building, he figured the Alphas were having one of
their wild orgy type parties after one of their monthly meetings.

Not in the mood for crazy parties and loud noise, the Beta wolf began to
quickly retreat when out of the corner of his eye he spotted Joachim and
Sam exiting the building together. As he looked closely following the
pair with his eyes, he noticed the older pack leader was helping the
younger Alpha, who was walking unsteadly, leave the premises.

At first, Derrek was concerned. Seeing Sam in such a vulnerable state, he
entertained the thought of approaching the pair of Alphas in an effort to
help Joachim with his friend. However, knowing how much Sam liked to
drink to excess, the young Beta thought better of it, figuring the
werewolf had probably just drank too much and now the pack leader was
most likely just helping the young Alpha get back to his den.

Also, Derrek was in no mood to interact with Nachtmahr after what his
secret boyfriend, Ren, had told him about the upcoming mating ritual just
a couple of days before.

Deciding to walk away from the situation, Derrek looked back at Joachim
and Sam one last time as he thought about how badly he was going to tease
his best friend for getting so drunk the next time he saw him. Little did
the Beta know, he'd never get the chance.

******

Navigating the steep, bumpy slope of the dark, mountainous road in his
beat up old truck, Joachim was careful to do everything in his power to
prevent his vehicle from meandering off the edge of the cliff.

Glancing over at the passenger side of his vehicle, the pack leader
quickly, yet carefully observed Sam's body slumped over in his seat.
Though he was certain that the unconscious young Alpha wouldn't wake up
due to the poison he had slipped into his drink, he decided not to take a
chance and collared the strong, young werewolf, just in case.

Seeing the familiar, dark, dilapidated church sitting up on a hill,
Joachim drove up to the entrance. Stopping his truck not more than ten
feet away from the front of the building, the Alpha leader shut off his
engine.

Hearing the deafening sound of the mountainous winds howling in his ear,
Joachim walked around to the passenger side of his truck to open the
door. Slinging Sam's body over his shoulder, the older Alpha wolf moved
hastily through the falling snow, carrying the young Alpha up the rickety
steps of the church to knock aggressively on the double doors.

Opening one of the doors wearing a long black robe, a pale, old, bald
headed man with one dead eye motioned the Alpha leader inside.

Having been acquainted with the surroundings due to his previous visits,
Joachim carried Sam up to the front of the church, placing his body down
on one of the two altar-like slabs that stood before him.

Holding a long dagger in his hand, the old man in black glided toward the
Alpha leader as though he were floating on air.

"Remove the clothing from his body, then secure his limbs as you've done
before." Instructed the old man of the pack leader.

Taking the dagger from his gnarled hand, Joachim began removing Sam's
t-shirt and jeans, cutting them off with the knife the old man had
supplied to him. After removing his motorcycle boots, Joachim shackled
the young Alpha's wrists and ankles with the silver cuffs that were
embedded into the altar.

"Yet another fine specimen of your kind, Joachim. The body of this young
beast will serve us both well." Said the old man.

"Yes, Barlow. He is one of my finest young warriors." Said the Alpha
leader with a hint of remorse.

Barlow, the old man in the black robe, was a warlock. In an effort to
become omnipotent and immortal, Joachim had made a bargain with the old
sorcerer: in exchange for making him the most powerful werewolf in
existence, Joachim would serve Barlow once he brought him the souls of
thirteen Alpha Lycander's. So far, he had provided him with ten.

"It is time, Joachim." Said Barlow to the pack leader as he reached up to
affectionately stroke the werewolf's face.

Moving towards the second altar, Joachim undressed before lying down
naked on the stone slab. After seeing him take his position on the altar,
the warlock waved his hand over Joachim's body, watching as the iron
shakles attached themselves to the Alpha leaders wrists and ankles.

With both werewolves in place, Barlow raised up his hands as he began
chanting loudly, calling on the dark spirits of the nether realm to do
his bidding.

Suddenly, a mass of dark, moving clouds began to circulate above the
heads of the warlock and the two werewolves. Shouting over the deafening
sound of lightning strikes and the wailing of spirits, Barlow watched
with delight as Sam's body began to levitate as his essence began to exit
his form. In a mass of atoms and molecules, the young Alpha's soul flew
through the air, spinning in a circle before crashing down into Joachim's
body.

The pack leader writhed and growled as Sam's werewolf essence penetrated
his physique, making the older Lycander's body shimmer and vibrate as the
young Lycander's soul moved at light speed, quickly coursing through his
veins and his flesh.

Suddenly, the room fell silent.

Looking over at the first alter, Barlow scanned Sam's body with his eyes.
What had once been the physical shell of a strong, superior, young male
werewolf was now just a naked, hairless and muscular, albino looking
male. Walking around to the other side of the altar, the warlock ran his
gnarled hand over the zombie's smooth, pale chest, looking into it's
vacant white eyes as the being turned its head to stare at the face of
the warlock.

"You will make a fine addition to my cadre of slaves." Said Barlow
smiling at the large, muscular zombie.

Moving over to the second altar, Barlow looked on at Joachim as the
werewolf's body glowed with a netherworldy light after being infused with
the soul of the young Lycander. Writhing from the sexual euphoria he was
feeling after the ritual, the pack leader growled and snarled as his
large, canine knot bulged and his erect dick continuously squirted fluid.

Standing beside Joachim, Barlow let his black robe drop to the ground,
exposing his nude and wrinkled, sagging, old body.

However, as the werewolf continued looking on at him, suddenly the
warlock's physique began to change.

Right before Joachim's eyes, Barlow's aged, wrinkled chest and cock
instantly became firm and taut. His once bald head was now covered with a
shock of black, wavy hair, and his dead eye now displayed an iris that
was a deep, rich brown.

Now looking like a handsome, twenty something, young man, the naked
warlock climbed on top of the altar, straddling the Alpha werewolf's lap.
With a wave of his hand, he released Joachim from his shackles, freeing
the pack leader to place his large paws on his body.

Looking deep into the Alpha's eyes, the warlock began to chant once
again, initiating a sexual magic spell that would transfer some of Sam's
essance to him through Joachim's shaft.

Sitting directly over the werewolf's crotch, Barlow took hold of the
beast's squirting cock, guiding it through his tight anal ring, helping
it to instantly penetrate his eagerly awaiting rectum.

"AAHHH!" Cried Barlow as he felt the enormous werewolf shaft invade his
body.

Getting up on his haunches, the warlock began to ride the Lycander's
throbbing canine cock, moving his bare butt up and down on the werewolf's
stiff meat. Suddenly feeling the beast's knot penetrate his asshole,
Barlow once again cried out in both pleasure and pain.

Feeling the Alpha werewolf empty his magic infused load inside his hole,
the warlock gasped in ecstasy as he moved his hands over the powerful
werewolf's hairy chest. Looking down at Joachim, Barlow's eyes were
glowing. "Soon, my love...soon you and I will rule this world together."

Growling as he looked up at the warlock in his full werewolf form,
Joachim began to howl as he dragged his large paws over Barlow's naked
body, enjoying his master's tight anal hole as he continued to fuck him
with his steely cock.

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