EXTRACT FOR The Last Moondance (R Richard) 
ONE FEMALE FINALLY STEPS forward slowly and respectfully. She tells me, "I am called Avera. " She pauses and then states, "I am the leader's Consort." She then tosses her head as if to say that I am very lucky to have a prime female such as her for my Consort. Some of the younger females around the circle also pose in the same fashion, but clearly none of them wish to directly confront Avera. Again, it is right and proper that the females react in the way that they do.
I step forward and gaze at Avera. I reach forward and lightly grasp Avera. She gazes back at me without fear and then looks down. The gesture needs no language. She has said, "I am Avera, you are my master." I release Avera and then take her hand.
I gaze haughtily about the circle. My meaning is clear. "I am Vekor. This is Avera, my mate. Is there one among you who wishes to challenge this?"
Since I have just killed their former leader in combat, no one wishes to challenge me. The circle slowly begins to dissipate. The last to leave the circle are several young females who deliberately pose themselves for me as they leave. There are also several young males who are too young to make challenge now but leave very slowly to indicate that the day will come. I somehow realize that the actions of the young Voren are again, right and proper.
Avera gently tugs at my hand.
I then follow Avera into one of the houses of the village. It is not a hut, it is a real house with rooms, doors and glass windows!
From what I have heard in Macapa and Manaus, the savages who live in the Amazon jungle do not have houses with rooms, doors and glass windows. Yet, the Voren who are perhaps more savage than the other savages have real houses with rooms, doors and glass windows! It is strange.
Avera bustles about the house and, after a bit of preparation, gives me a bowl of liquid. I sip some sort of beverage, not water.
Avera says, "You must be hungry after a long journey through the jungle. I will get food."
As I drink from the bowl, I notice what I have suspected for the last few days. I am growing a muzzle. I can still sip from the bowl. In the not too distant future, I will probably need to lap the liquid from the bowl.
Avera returns in a while with meat. It is raw meat, joints from a recent kill. We begin to eat.
As we eat, I observe Avera. She is slim but moves well and appears to be stronger than she looks. She has a figure that somewhat resembles a slim, athletic, small-breasted human female. Her face is that of a wolf and completely covered in short fur.
Avera wears only a loin cloth garment with no crotch. The loin cloth garment is small and barely covers Avera's female genitals. It is obviously a matter more of fashion than of concealment.
As we eat, I become aroused at the sight of Avera.
Avera notices my interest, but plays it very coyly. I may be the King of the Voren, but she is a female and will play her own game, as always. As she sees me grow more aroused, she begins to talk to me a little. Avera asks me, "How did you came to be called Vekor?"
I tell her, "I don't know. I have recently undergone a major change in my life. I was someone else prior to the change and then, after the change, I am Vekor."
Avera thinks on what I have said. Then she says, "Vekor is the name of the one who will lead the Voren back from exile. If you are that Vekor, then you are indeed King of the Voren. If you are not that Vekor, then you are in great danger both from the Voren and from others."
I listen to her and them reach across the table for Avera.
Avera draws back and says, "It is unseemly that you reach for me." The withdrawal and the reluctance are both role playing and a very serious matter. If I am Vekor, then Avera is the most powerful female of the Voren. If I am not truly Vekor, then Avera will once again soon be a widow and perhaps also find herself in extreme danger.
I tell Avera, "I am Vekor, King of the Voren and I will have what I will have."
Avera pretends that she will not allow me. However, she makes no move to leave or to summon help. Avera plays a female game and she will play it alone. Well, she will play this round alone, although she will, of course, use the results of whatever happens to gain what support she can among the females.
I get up from the table and remove my clothing and then move toward her.
Avera hisses at me that she will not remove her loincloth. However, she does get down on all fours on the rug. The meaningless refusal to remove the loincloth will allow her to pretend that she is merely the female of a large, powerful male and must do as she is told, however, she is not going to allow me to do what I want, she is being forced.
I have a raging erection and I flip the rear panel of the loincloth up and mount Avera from behind. My cock slides into a warm, wet vagina and I know that Avera has at least begun to believe that I am Vekor.
I thrust deep into Avera and she not only accepts my thrusting cock, she wiggles to provide us with maximum pleasure.
I am incredibly strong, wolf strong. Avera is not as strong, but she is much stronger than a normal human female (or a human male for that matter.) My thrusts quickly get my full length into Avera and I can feel the work of her internal muscles on me. I can also feel her thrusting back into my thrust a little.
As I fuck Avera, I truly become a Voren King! I possess a Voren female as my right. I dominate Avera and work her up to a total climax. As she climaxes, Avera grips my thrusting cock with her internal muscles and lets the village know with a savage howl that she has been dominated. I shoot my cum deep inside Avera over several strokes as she takes what I give her.
After I finish, Avera relaxes and lies on the rug, panting a bit. I remain on my knees, feeling a wild and savage joy. I tell her, "The next time you will remove your loincloth for your King!"
Avera does not answer me, but she does not seem too displeased with the state of things.
I must not anger Avera, at least not too much. I will need information and Avera is the most likely source.
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