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The full moon sat high up in the cloudless sky, shining brightly down to the grassy clearing and illuminating two upright figures.
"Cold?"
Jeonghan shook her head at the gentle inquiry. The wind caressing her skin was warm, but still a welcome repreive from the intense heat earlier in the day.
"We couldn't have asked for better conditions," the gentle voice kept talking, sounding amused. "And they really did deliver."
Jeonghan's eyes were locked onto the middle of the clearing where a big stone slab stood. On it lay a shackled figure, the jangling of the metal chains drowning out sound of the wind rustling the trees.
'Big' was Jeonghan's first thought.
The creature bound to the stone slab was long - easily two meter in length - and broad.
Jeonghan stepped closer, swallowing saliva which had built up in her mouth. Couldn't take her eyes off of the thrashing figure.
Silver fur which shone beautifully under the bright moon. Thick, muscled limbs fighting the iron shackles.
"She's agitated," the sweet voice continued.
Jeonghan glanced to the side. Regarded the beautiful woman next to her; She stood straight, with shoulders proudly squared. Upper arms defined with prominent muscle. Wearing a sharp gaze which could see all met. Pink lips which Jeonghan knew from experience were soft and sweet
Jisoo. Her wife. Her everything.
"You excited, love?" Jisoo asked with a lovely smile.
Jeonghan only nodded, her cheeks full of heat. Started approaching the stone slab again. Tried to fight the fluttering in the pit of her stomach and the trembling in her hands.
The creature had stilled, wild gaze firmly on Jeonghan. The head of a wolf. Sharp teeth which would sink deep into flesh if one got too close.
The eyes were the most soul snatching. Red with madness. Alert. Full of anger, confusion, maybe even fear.
"You can safely get closer, love." While Jisoo spoke she moved her hand in a deliberate motion. Another set of iron emerged from the stone and wrapped around the thick, furry neck.
A loud growl. More thrashing.
Jeonghan glanced at Jisoo in worry.
Another flick of the wrist. The werewolf completely froze, nose facing the sky.
A whimper. Like a puppy whose tail had been stepped on. Jeonghan's heart twisted.
"Sorry." Jisoo reached out her hand and patted the furry face gently. "We're here to help you." Jisoo glanced at Jeonghan. "Let's start."
Jeonghan didn't hesitate to let her loose, white dress slip off of her shoulders and down her body. Exposing her skin to the bright moon. She touched the cold stone slab, her fingers feeling the heat radiating off of the werewolf's body.
"I'll help you, love." Jisoo's big, sturdy hands assisted Jeonghan onto the slab. Held her steady while Jeonghan straddled thick, furry thighs. "There you go, babygirl."
Two red eyes were locked on Jeonghan. A confused growl.
"Poor thing." Jisoo sighed. "I always thought the Choi family's curse was a little exaggerated, but this is worse than the rumours implied."
Jeonghan barely heard Jisoo's chatter. Was too busy touching the broad, muscled torso. Feeling the coarse hair between her fingers. Gasping when she touched the chest, felt a mix of softness and firm muscles.
"Having fun?"
Jeonghan swallowed thickly and nodded. "She's beautiful."
"Hear that, Choi Seungcheol? She thinks you're beautiful." Jisoo patted the werewolf on the head. "I am inclined to agree." She turned to look at Jeonghan. "No more dillydallying. Let's do what we came here for."
The Choi family curse was a madness which ran through their veins. It had no known timeline. It could hit when a person was 10 years old or when 80 years old.
Choi Seungcheol had fallen to the curse when she turned 25. It had been three years of being locked up in the family dungeon with the other madness stricken family members.
Jisoo had pulled a few strings to get Seungcheol here. Showcasing might she usually did not flex.
There was unbridled power in the curse. Power which Jisoo could use to transform and create something extraordinary.
A child with unimaginable levels of magic.
A child which would bear the genes of Seungcheol, Jisoo, and Jeonghan.
The child of a wolf, a witch, and a fairy.
A child of destiny.
"Raise your hips, baby."
Jeonghan did, licking her lips in excitement. Had felt the hairy bush and large cock press against her pussy, had felt the majestic werewolf below her grow hard.
Seungcheol growled, body jerking. Reacting to Jisoo's hand wrapped around the thick length. Jeonghan looked down. Her mouth dry from the visual of Jisoo's elegant, big hand holding the throbbing, massive cock.
Watched Jisoo move it, the leaking tip pressing against Jeonghan's loose hole.
"Sink down, love."
Jeonghan gasped, feeling the cock stretch her cunt. Screamed when Jisoo's hands grabbed her hips and forced her all the way down.
"Good girl," Jisoo praised. "Not that hard right? You've taken bigger." There was an evil smirk on her lips, her eyes filled with smugness.
Jeonghan would have retorted if she wasn't shaking, a moan stuck in her throat. The cock reached deep, pressing into her womb. She would have fallen over if not for the firm grip on her hips. Tears were clinging to her eyelashes.
Below her Seungcheol was still growling, hips desperately trying to rut into Jeonghan, but Jisoo's magic held her firmly. Seungcheol's large tongue lolled out of her mouth, like a big, dumb puppy.
Seungcheol was cute like this, no longer full of anger and fear. Desire swirled in the red eyes. Hunger.
"You're doing good too," Jisoo cooed towards Seungcheol. Her hands left Jeonghan's body, but her magic stayed.
Invisible hands forced Jeonghan to move up slowly, then slammed her down back on the cock. Jeonghan screamed, thighs trembling, but she was showed no mercy.
Sobbed loudly, pussy split wide by the large cock. Her fingers dug deeply into Seungcheol's furry chest, holding on for the ride. Her voice was stolen, only moans and whimpers passing through her lips.
Jisoo had moved, her hand on Seungcheol's cheek. Stroking it gently. "Give my Hannie your seed and we can help you, little wolf." Soft and gentle, nothing like the magic roughly forcing Jeonghan up and down the thick length.
"Knot," Jisoo commanded. Seungcheol growled, her panting loud. Something big stretched Jeonghan's walls wider, hotness filling her womb. Joining the seed Jisoo had fucked into her earlier in preparation.
Jeonghan cried out, wanted so badly to fall down and press her body against Seungcheol's.
But Jisoo's magic still held her tight.
"My good girls," Jisoo cooed. Her hand sliding down from Seungcheol's cheek, down her neck, over the torso. She chanted quietly, a light following her hand where it went. It trailed to the base of Seungcheol's cock, then Jeonghan felt the warm fingers against her drenched cunt before it stopped on Jeonghan's stomach.
It pressed firmly against the slight swelling which grew under Seungcheol's pumping seed. A small incantation, a fiery heat burning in Jeonghan's stomach. Then like a gentle trickle of water soothing her entire body.
A loud growl. Panic. The furry body shaking. Jeonghan's eyelashes trembled. Seungcheol whimpered. The moonlight suddenly blindingly bright.
"There we go," Jisoo hummed.
When Jeonghan blinked away the momentary blindness, she noticed a difference under her hands. Smooth skin. Soft breasts. A cute, round face staring up at her.
A wary gaze, yet bright with relief.
The two stared at each other.
"Welcome back, Choi Seungcheol." Jisoo broke the silence. Her arms gently wrapped around Jeonghan and helped her off of the stone slab.
"I-" Her voice was raspy. Painful. Unused.
"You'll have two choices." Jisoo continued unperturbed. "You can return to your family. I can guarantee the family curse won't ever strike you again. Or you can come with us and help raise the little one." Jisoo's voice was filled with warmth and kindness, her hand gently cradling Jeonghan's stomach like it contained something precious.
Seungcheol was no longer bound under chains and with great difficulty she sat up, blushing under Joshua's and Jeonghan's awaiting eyes.
"I-" She started again, yet visibly winced.
"Talking hurts, right?" Jeonghan asked, her own voice sounding almost as hoarse as Seungcheol's.
A nod.
"Poor thing." Jisoo sighed wistfully. "That was my oversight, I'm sorry." She smiled sweetly. "Let's do it like this then. Hold up one finger if you want to return to your old life and hold up two fingers if you want come with us."
Jeonghan's heart shook in anticipation. She had a wish. A small hope. Their child deserved all three present, but Choi Seungcheol had never been a willing participant.
She almost didn't dare to look when Seungcheol raised her hand.
But two short and thick fingers was held up in the moonlight.
Jeonghan's lips stretched wide.
"Good." Jisoo sounded delighted. "Welcome to your new life, Choi Seungcheol."