You heard the heavy approaching footsteps and smelled both the familiar scents of the trio you'd sent out on a recruitment mission, along with the scent of new wolves. Delia had returned, leading a half-dozen new recruits with her. Five were male, and one was female.
“Lord,” she said, bowing her head, “I hope I've pleased you. We found some campers in the woods, and now they've joined our ranks. The lone female that was with them willingly joined our number when she witnessed the transformation of her husband.” She sighed a bit. “We...we can go back out if you want more,” she said. “But the city..I worry that we will lose any element of surprise if we're spotted now. I'm sorry if I've failed you. I'm sorry if my worries have made me weak..”
You reached out a paw and stroked her cheek tenderly. She leaned her head into your touch. You gave the closest approximation of a reassuring smile that your lupine head would allow. “You have done well, Delia,” you told her. Her eyes sparkled with delight at your kindness, and a broad smile graced her features. “Not everyone would have thought of the days and nights to come.”
The followers, both old and new had begun to mingle amongst each other and sniff, beginning to pair off a bit. The scent of their arousal was starting to grow much stronger as their newly-made bodies began to respond to the instinctual scent of the others'. Alice and Rebecca had begun to be similarly affected, pressing against you and each nuzzling one side of your neck, their erect teats brushing against your sides.
“Thank you, my Lord..” Delia said, staring at you with adoration.
“You told me earlier that you were never given a name, though clearly, you have one,” you said to her.
She nodded. “It's the name I took for myself. My parents..they..abandoned me here as a baby. They ran away from the cult after a prophecy was made about me when my mother was pregnant. They never named me.”
“Ah yes. I remember it well. That you would ascend to heights your parents could only dream of within the Wandering Pack, and that your wrath would be terrible,” said Rebecca. “I remember that well; it was one of the first visions I had as high priestess. I still don't know if it was fear or jealousy that made them leave you here.”
“Weakness,” Delia said, her face showing a combination of anger and the hurt of a child whose parents had rejected her. “Their faith was weak. They were cowards, and they will pay for betraying me, and betraying US.” Her eyes flashed, and you were somewhat surprised to see her hidden wolf trying to force its way to the surface. It was somewhat remarkable, seeing this petite, almost timid girl full of rage and hidden power. A power that you could sense. A power that you could smell. She was putting off pheromones, even if she didn't realize it. It was an undeniable aphrodesiac to you. You could feel the pull toward her-you wanted her.
The other werewolves were becoming affected by the pheromones and her surging power, beginning to succumb to their unfulfilled desires. One of the new males moved toward her, only to find her hand around his shaft, squeezing his red rocket brutally hard. He let out a howl of pain and collapsed. “DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” she said, giving him a hard kick in the ribs as he whimpered. The other werewolves took several steps back, looking at her with fear and you with confusion.
Alice and Rebecca were dragging their claws along your back lightly and nipping at your neck. They saw the power she had as well. You didn't need to ask their permission to claim her; you were the unquestioned god. You didn't have to ask their opinion; the look in their eyes said that they would accept her as another wife without an issue.
Delia turned to you, seemingly shocked at her own behavior. “My lord..I..”
“Tell me what you want,” you said.
“My lord..please..give me..give me the change..” she asked softly.
You leaned down and growled in her ear. “A warrior doesn't ask. She demands. Tell me what you want.”
Her hands trembled as your voice crashed through her, unlocking the final shackles on her psyche. A full body shudder went through her, and then her eyes met yours, defiant, powerful, proud.
“Give me power,” she said, pulling her tube top off over her head. “Give me the change,” she said, kicking her shoes off and slipping out of her skirt. “Give me freedom,” she said, unhooking her bra and freeing her a-cup tits, whose nipples stood hard in the night air. “Give me my reward.” She pushed her panties down and off, then dropped to all fours and raised her ass in the air. “NOW!” she demanded.
Your cock emerged from its sheath, glowing with the light of the moon. Its oily length pushed easily into her, swelling and locking inside as the knot at your base grew. Her mound began to warp and pour her juices as jet black fur began to sprout, and she let out a groan of ecstasy as she pushed back toward you, driving you deeper. “Morrrrreee..” she growled.
You gripped her shoulders with your paws and began to rut harder, feeling her core warping around you. Her ears swept upward, growing pointed. Black fur raced along her back as her shoulders widened, her spine pulsing and popping. “Morrrrrreeeeee!” she growled again, turning her head to glance at you, flashing a fang-filled smile at you as her jaw slid forward. Her breasts were wobbling and swelling as the power of the beast flowed from you into her.
The newly-made werewolves succumbed to the overwhelming flood of pheromones from Delia and her transformation, driven to the rut by watching their god claiming a new wife. Alice and Rebecca, bound to only you let out yips and growls as they turned their attentions on one another, eagerly watching Delia's transformation.
“MORRRRRRRRREEEE!” Delia demanded, and you fucked her roughly as her limbs stretched and swelled with massive amounts of muscle. Deadly talons slid from her nail beds as more and more of your will and focus poured the pure divine energy of the moon and your lupine divinity straight into her. This was her destiny; to be your most brutal and devoted wife, one who would bathe in the blood of your enemies and the unworthy, who would lead the world into its next age in your name. She was your prophesized and your promised.
Her muzzle snapped outward. Her tail bloomed and swished in the air as you pounded your way to release, and as you finally came, your simultaneous howls seemed to make the world itself shake and go out of focus. You both collapsed, panting heavily; neither Rebecca nor Alice had been able to exhaust you the way she had. When you finally could pull out of her and you both stood, the size difference in her two forms was shocking.
She was no longer five feet tall and perfectly petite. She was nearly seven feet tall, only an inch or two shorter than you in your great form. Her tiny breasts were now easily DD cup, and she'd gained easily 250 pounds of pure muscle. She was gorgeous. While Alice and Rebecca had gained some muscle, height, and breast size, it was nowhere near this much.
“You are MINE,” you told her.
“My will and my body are yours, and yours alone, my Lord. Together, we will remake the world.”