Bred by Her Brother

Against the Wolfess’ Will

This story contains non-consensual, forced sex and incest in a fantasy, fiction context; it is intended to be taken as such.

As in all my work, all characters are aged eighteen or older and clearly written as such.

“You’re not getting away…”

Isla fled, the wolfess’ four paws beating a path into the grass, leaving a trace of her passing as much as she wished she could fly. Her white coat stood out in the darkness, though the feral wolf still hoped, desperately, she was muted enough that she would blend into the night, somehow, passing by it all without her brother catching up with her.

Towering trees loomed overhead, their branches bare in the clutches of winter, though it was near the end, but Isla didn’t feel the cold. The pads of her paws were worn and her breath raked through her windpipe, skimming the earth while she wished she could fly.

The land around her was strange as she skidded down a rocky slope, which was on the edge of being icy. The season was not quite cold enough for that as it was coming to the end of winter, and she sent a silent prayer up to their wolfen gods, if they were listening. She was not so sure about that anymore.

“I’m coming for you…”

Somehow, Landyn made his voice carry, the dark-furred wolf the embodiment of night itself. He stalked his prey with the presence of a demon, slinking through the shadows as if that was exactly where he belonged. His quadrupedal form rippled with muscle and he grunted his laughter, his rich, amber eyes glinting with the thrill of the hunt.

At least, that was how Isla saw him in her mind’s eye as she dipped into a chasm, hoping to lose him amongst the rocks. He was larger than her, stronger than her, but she was slender and more agile than the bulky male, set to be the alpha of the pack when her father stepped down. It was possible Landyn would end up killing their father or casting him out, but that was not always the way with wolves, not anymore. Her father could have stepped down willingly, but Landyn had always had an insipid darkness inside him, thrumming under the surface, that no teaching from their dear mother had been able to quell.

She felt him there, staring down at her, tracking her path even though he couldn’t get at her in the narrow, dank chasm, the walls dripping with mild moisture. It was not cold enough down there for it to freeze, the depth into the ground keeping the temperature ever so slightly higher. Still, she splattered through a shallow puddle, skin crawling with the sense of his eyes on her fur, stalking her, though Isla had never thought she would end up being her own brother’s prey.

Please… She thought, wishing she could lie down, cover her eyes with her paws and pretend it all wasn’t happening, that it was all no more than a bad dream. Please… Landyn, please go away. You don’t want me, not really.

But, oh, how he did. She’d seen him licking his lips, curling the dark lines of them back from his glistening, white teeth, drool slipping from the sides of his mouth in ropes that could have been considered almost lewd in the moment. For what Landyn showed her then was his hunger for her: more ravenous than a wolf who had limped and staggered through winter on the scraps of whatever food they could find, finding fresh meat in the glimmer of spring.

His hackles had been up and power rippled through his muscular form, a stiffness in his tail that set her own teeth on edge. Although Isla had backed away from him, she’d not done anything, not said anything, her ears splayed in as appeasing a manner as she could manage while her tail tucked down. Yet he’d come for her with his sheath fattening with the swell of his dark pink cock, gleaming with a faint sheen of lubrication. There had been no question at all about the adult wolf’s intent with his sister, though there was no one in the pack around to stand up to him.

So it was that she’d been pursued into the night by him, the forlorn, cold moon and stars watching down from above, but they could not help her. Maybe she was not the first Landyn had taken, but Isla had not concerned herself with what her brother did, staying away from him as much as possible. It was not as if she had mated with another wolf so far in her life, even though she had had offers from potential suitors. None of them had felt like they fit, or perhaps it was that she wasn’t ready for pups.

Isla poked her head out the end of the chasm, for it was not endless, rocks to her back, though she had no instant recollection of how she had traversed it. Had she leapt from rock to rock, taking heed of every flatter surface she’d been able to bounce off, or had she slunk between them, whipping through the staggered stone like a weasel through a tunnel? It didn’t matter as she scented the air, all quiet. 

Too quiet.

Yet she couldn’t stay there forever and an unfamiliar fear urged her on, stepping cautiously out of the chasm. With her ears pricked, she slowly made her way down the slope, sniffing as she realised the wind was in her face and not at her back anymore.

He came down on her from her blind-scent side like a rockfall, slamming his body into hers with deadly force. She yelped as she was knocked off her feet, tumbling over herself and rolling even as she scrambled to get up. Yet that was not to be as she found her paws under her and tried to run, though the male was already on top of her, slamming her down into the cold, hard earth.

“And you thought you could say no to me.”

Landyn snarled. She shuddered. To her, it sounded like a statement, coming from the brutal stud, rather than a question. But it ceased to matter which one of the two, or something else entirely, it was as he clamped his teeth around her neck.

She froze under him, heart pounding, though everything in her, a deeply buried instinct Isla had not yet needed to call on, screamed at her to run, to flee, to get away from the threat through any means possible. There was nothing for her there, under the bulky wolf, his hackles raised as if in conquest for the wolfess he’d pursued and captured. Letting out a plaintive whine as his teeth dug in, drawing blood, she shuddered, trapped.

“Heh… You always were the weakest of the litter,” he taunted her, releasing her neck briefly as he lapped her blood off his lips, where it had flowed freely enough to soak through her white fur. “You were the runt. You should be glad I’m even considering giving you my pups.

Isla swallowed hard, though her mouth was dry. Her tail pinned, as if that would be enough to stave off his need, his starving desire for what she’d never, ever wanted to give him.

“I don’t… I’m not…” She struggled for words, her tongue working its way around her mouth, mapping the shape of her teeth. “You… I don’t want this.”

Even to her, her voice was small and broken, as if she’d already given up. She twisted her head a little, so she could peer back up at her brother from the corner of her eye, though all she felt was his muscle above her, the raw power in the wolf she’d known for so many years and yet always been wary of, somehow.

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