Sesame Broth is a werewolf living in the era of Pisces. By fated prophecy; werewolf packs became bigger and united and were led under single powerful Alphas, with only nine of them sharing the Arcane plains, a land filled with tall green plants and trees, and gleefully galloping animals. As we are in the era of Pisces, there are villages, towns, and royal families in addition to the lush trees, hills, and mountains. But, unfortunately for Sesame, she drew the short end of the stick and had to be born in the slums of all places. In order to protect her family from their debt, she ended up offering her thin pale and wrinkled self, as a slave. Being the joke of the Alpha's family harem, she expected nothing good to come out of her condition, So her becoming the most sought after she-wolf in the alpha's family came as a surprise to her. This is the tale of Sesame Broth, a girl who was originally nothing, becoming the reason for dispute within the royal family-centering two prospective future alphas, and possibly the most powerful werewolf alive. This story has explicit sex scenes and cases of war and violence, reader's discretion is advised.
. Hundreds of wolves ran through the trees, displaying tact and finesse as their silver bodies shimmered add glowed under the moonlight.
The air was free and the leaves were bustling, and just by the sight of wolves rattling around with glowing fur under the moonlight; you could tell that these creatures were blessed immensely by Luna herself.
Oh Luna, the mother of all creatures that feeds and feedsoff the beauty of the night, keep us all happy, and bless us till we become accustomed to good things, completely forgetting hardship.
All the werewolves of the night running through the plains were overly blessed, that much could be said... well.. except for a particular bunch at a corner. A group of wolves whose ribs could be seen right through their skin were gathered together,walking under the moonlight sluggishly.
They were small in number, less than a dozen. Their fur was different from the others, instead of a silvery glow, theirs were dusty grey.
There was no way to hide themselves from the scornful look that came from the other werewolves, who were bellowingunder the moonlight and mating senselessly without any mind to their surroundings.
All that could be seen was a plethora of pleasure, a festival, but this group of malnourished wolves could do nothing but stare and look at their surroundings, as they were purposely being avoided like the stain or blemish they were seen to be.
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"I don't know why stupid shits from the slums come here, it's the audacity!"
said a boy who walked pass a group of people in rags, picking up their belongings. A jug of water, and three empty plates.
"George wait for me" said a girl following him behind. She stopped on her tracks to stare at the group, laughing mockingly at them before running up to join the boy who was walking fast out of the woods, "last night was exquisite, I wish you fucked me like that every time" she said, putting her hands over his shoulders as they left the forest.
"Why do we have to participate in the Lunary?" asked Sesame, who now faced her parents.
"We participate because your ancestors did my love." said her mother-Honey-who led them out of the woods.
"But why does a deity get the food we use OUR money to buy, she doesn't even eat it, we just pour our food on the groundand then watch others dance. If we want to partake in anything, don't we need energy? And if we don't eat, how the fuck do we get energy to do anything?-" "mind your language Sesame. The ritual has its purposes, who knows, we might get some blessings from partaking in it." said Orc, her father.
"You have to be kidding me..." she muttered grimly.
"Sesame, you're the oldest. Your siblings partake in the Lunary too and they don't complain. I know it feels great to think that you know a lot because you're 17 now, but please trust your parents this once my love."
her mother's voice was so beautiful and calm, this was a surprise given how wrinkled and pale her face was.
Sesame looked back to see her younger siblings all following behind quietly. She had three younger brothers and three younger sisters, a pair of triplets each. Her brothers were all four years old, and her sisters were two. These types of birth was a common thing for lycanthrope, as they were also kin to the wolves.
"David, Derald, Deville, Elizabeth, Geraldine, Huckleberry. I love all of you, and I will give you a good life, even if our parents fail to." Sesame made a bold declaration despite knowing fully well her parents were within hearing range. Her siblings who were all beautiful with black hair, smiled at her cheerfully and giggled widely, with Huckleberry showing off her gums devoid of any teething.
"...You spoil her too much..." said her father to her mother.
***
Immediately the huge penis gently made its way into Sesame's Vagina, she felt strength leave her legs and long before she could get her senses back; the penis was moving in and out of her faster and sharper.
Sesame was bopping up and down the stack of hay she was on, her dark hair scattered in pleasant places over its surface.
The boy on top of her looked into her brown eyes with his deep blue eyes and she found herself subconsciously moaning to the rhythm of his waist's movements.
The boy curved his back to bring his lips towards her nipple, and used his tongue to caress it before going straight to sucking it, while still maintaining the rhythm of his intense penising. He shot back quickly removing his penis from inside of her vaginaand sprayed his semen on her body, with some splashing her face.
'That was too fast', thought a disappointed Sesame, getting up to reluctantly put on her undergarment.
"Gabe-" "don't." said the boy interrupting her before she could finish her sentence. "This is just a contractual relationship. It's just sex." said Gabe quickly sliding his trousers on,
"it's not much of a contract if I don't get satisfied you know?" she raised her voice, causing the only horse in the hovel they were in to cuss at her. She hated being in the hovel, it always felt like everything in the hovel hated her, both the animals, and Gabe.
"We are only in this agreement because we're not attractive enough to get paired by anyone. The era of fated mates ended with the era of Sagittarius Sesame, unless you don't want to die of your own libido, just get what you can."
Gabe left the hovel and entered into the house, leaving heralone in it.
She put on her dirty raggedy dress and shoeing, and walkedout of the hovel, not even having the courage to look the animalsin the eye and asking herself if the way she went about everything was right.
***
"Stupid idiot, doesn't even have the decency to ask me to come inside. He cums too fast, what would you expect from a freakin' weasel. I get so angry when I remember how he violently cut open my hymen the first time..."
Sesame walked slowly under the summer sun, feeling weak and depressed the more steps she took.
"If only I could get a boyfriend..."
She finally arrived at her small broken down shack of a house.
A carriage with the Costain pack's insignia was in front of it.
This was a carriage belonging to the Alpha that ruled the territory they lived in.
Sesame stared at the carriage-and the stationary wild wolves that moved it-with shock, her surprise was however cut short by the sound of shattering ceramic coming from inside the house and she ran towards it immediately, pushing the door open.
She came face to face with the broad back of a man in a uniform, a uniform she recognized.
The alpha's loyal dogs.
"Get the hell away from my back!" said one of the dogs hitting her and sending her straight to kiss the floor of the house.
"Since you're possibly a member of this family, then I should gladly give you the full update. You're being kicked out. The tax collectors have been to this house over 90 times and left empty handed. You don't deserve to live to talk of live in a house. Get out!" said the loyal dog,
he seemed to be the loudest and most violent one of the three that were in the house, turning his hand into claws to openly threaten them.
Sesame looked at her family littered all over the floor with traumatized looks on their faces and then focused her gaze on her parents.
Her father held her mother's head up to stop the blood pouring out of her nose, and she was gasping desperately as the blood bubbled out of her nostrils like it were simple water.
"Hah! Poor thing, there's no way she can selfheal with that malnourished bod-" before the loyal dog could complete what he was saying, Sesame planted a clean punch on his face sending him flying out the door.
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