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  TIED TO THE WULVEN

  A KINDRED TALES NOVEL

  EVANGELINE ANDERSON

  www.evangelineanderson.com

  Tied to the Wulven, 1st Edition,

  A Kindred Tales Novel

  Copyright © 2022 by Evangeline Anderson

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  CONTENTS

  Tied to the Wulven

  Foreword

  1. Breenah

  2. Breenah

  3. Breenah

  4. Rax

  5. Breenah

  6. Rax

  7. Breenah

  8. Breenah

  9. Rax

  10. Breenah

  11. Breenah

  12. Breenah

  13. Rax

  14. Breenah

  15. Breenah

  16. Breenah

  17. Breenah

  18. Rax

  19. Sylvan

  20. Breenah

  21. Rax

  22. Breenah

  Epilogue

  The End?

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  TIED TO THE WULVEN

  Breenah knows she shouldn’t listen to a word the huge prisoner she is guarding says. Everyone knows that men lie all the time, right? Rax is a Wulven Kindred with a Beast inside—one that is released by moonlight and a Lunar Equinox is coming. Will Breenah submit to the Beast’s hunger and end up forever…Tied to the Wulven?

  Breenah and the Beast…

  All her life Breenah has been told that men can’t be trusted. She lives on Griesha Prime—a planet where all the males were expelled due to their mistreatment of the women. So imagine her surprise when a huge male prisoner who has crash-landed near her Compound is brought it and manacled to the magnetic Stasis Wheel and she is told to guard him.

  Rax is in a fix. He’s a Wulven Kindred with a ravenous Beast inside—a Beast brought out by moonlight. And Griesha Prime has not one, not two, but three moons! Not only that, but a Lunar Equinox is coming up and all three heavenly bodies will be in the sky at once. He has to get free before that happens.

  Rax knows he needs to escape but he finds himself completely enthralled by the curvy little female who has been set to guard him. And for her part, Breenah feels drawn to the huge warrior—her body responds to his in ways she didn’t even know were possible. But when the Equinox comes and all three moons rise overhead, she will have to make a terrible choice. Should she run from Rax’s Beast…or submit to it in an act of sensual sacrifice that will leave her forever…Tied to the Wulven?

  FOREWORD

  You may notice that this book is a little shorter than my usual monthly offering—I’m really sorry about that. I was dealing with a neck injury and a pulled hamstring, both of which made writing difficult this past month. But I’m in Physical Therapy now, and getting stronger all the time. Hopefully we’ll be back to a longer book for next month. In the meantime, I think you’ll enjoy Tied to the Wulven. Even though it’s a little shorter than my usual books, we get to the spicy parts much sooner. ; )

  Hugs and Happy Reading!

  Evangeline

  ONE

  BREENAH

  Breenah didn’t care how big the giant was – she wasn’t scared of him. Not one little bit! He really was huge though—especially stretched out as he was with his muscular arms bound over his head and locked in place by the Magno-manacles. The manacles were said to be unbreakable and they were locked in place to the Stasis Wheel, which arched over the giant’s head and hummed with latent power.

  As she watched him strain against the manacles Breenah wondered, were they really strong enough to hold him?

  Don’t be silly, she told herself. Of course they’re strong enough. Why, hadn’t Mistress Work-worthy told her just the other day that they had once used these very same Magno-manacles and the Stasis Wheel to hold a Strenthian boar? If they could hold the Beast like that, they could surely hold this strange giant. This male.

  The first male that Breenah had ever seen.

  When they had first brought him in, he was unconscious—it had taken fifteen of her people to haul his huge body into the Guard Room. They had manacled him and chained him to the Stasis Wheel while he was still groggy, and had just barely gotten finished in time. For shortly after he was locked in place, the giant had begun to move.

  “Where the fuck am I?” he had growled in a voice so deep it sent a shiver through Breenah’s bones, and then he started pulling on the manacles. “What the fuck is going on?” he demanded.

  No one had bothered to answer him, and of course he couldn’t see anything because Mistress Work-worthy had ordered that he should be blindfolded.

  Breenah was rather glad that he couldn’t see what was going on—it meant she could watch him as much as she wanted without him seeing her. She wanted to study this strange creature, this male, at her leisure.

  She would certainly have plenty of time to do that, since Mistress Work-worthy had decided that she should be on guard duty. It was a punishment detail, and Breenah well knew it. Mistress Work-worthy had never liked her—it was because she was so different from the others—from the other women she lived and worked with in the Compound.

  It wasn’t Breenah’s fault she was different than the other women. It wasn’t her fault that her breasts were large and full instead of flat and that her waist curved out to full hips and a round ass instead of being slim and boyish, as was the norm on her planet, Griesha Prime.

  Also, when she looked around her during the communal shower, it was clear she was different below as well. The mound of her sex was plump and full with an interior that was slippery with moisture and as dark as a ripe berry while the girls around her had nothing but flat, colorless slits between their legs. But that was just the way she was built—it wasn’t as though she had willed her body to look different!

  She heard Mistress Heal-all, the head medic talking to mistress Work-worthy about it one day, when they hadn’t known she was listening.

  “It must have had something to do with the hormone bath in her artificial womb,” Mistress Heal-all had said. “She must’ve gotten too many sex hormones, which caused her body to mutate in strange ways. I must agree with you—her breasts are unnaturally large.”

  “Can nothing be done about it?” Mistress Work-worthy had demanded. “It is most distracting, both for Breenah and for the girls around her. She looks so strange and none of her uniforms fit correctly.”

  “I’m afraid not.” Mistress Heal-all had sighed. “The damage was done in the artificial womb, it cannot now be reversed, so many years later.”

  “Well I don’t like it,” Mistress Work-worthy grumbled. “If you think of a solution, let me know. “In the meantime I shall endeavor to keep her as far from the other girls as possible.”

  “I shall think on it,” Mistress Heal-all had promised. “I will let you know if anything occurs to me.”

  Breenah had been on tenterhooks for some time after overhearing that particular conversation, but so far nothing had come of it except that she had been exiled to the Guard Room. Of course, usually there was nothing to guard— there was just the overarching skylight which showed the single red giant sun during the day and the triple moons of Griesha Prime at night.

  It was the bloody light of the sunset that bathed the giant’s huge form now. He must be over seven feet tall and he had silvery gray skin which was easy to see, since his shirt was in tatters, showing a broad bare chest beneath.

  Breenah studied him with interest as he growled and yanked on the thick metal manacles. The giant looked different from anyone she had ever seen before. He had a flat chest like the girls she worked with, but it was broad and muscular and his shoulders were so wide he would have to turn sideways to get through a doorway. In contrast, his hips were narrow and led down to long, powerful legs encased in tight leather breaches and tall black boots.

  There was a bulge in the crotch of those trousers that Breenah wondered about. She might never have seen a male before, but she had heard about them—had heard about the strange appendage they carried between their legs that females lacked. Did this huge giant have one of those? A “shaft” she thought it was called. Was that what the bulge was? And if so, what did he do with it?

  Bree
nah had heard that part of a male could somehow fit into a part of the female body. But which part? She had no idea, but she was very curious. She wondered what would happen if she were to open the giant’s trousers to look at his shaft. He couldn’t stop her—he was manacled to the Stasis Wheel. She could do whatever she wanted with him. She could—

  “Well, how is he? Is he giving you trouble, Breenah?”

  Breenah jumped guiltily at the voice in her ear. Turning, she saw it was Meendy, one of the girls who had been in her group before she was exiled to the Guard Room.

  She was standing there with her hands on her narrow hips, frowning at Breenah. Her uniform, which consisted of long silver sleeves and a silver band that went over the top of her chest, left her breasts free, though they were little more than barely perceptible bumps with tiny, fingernail-sized nipples that were pale and colorless.

  In contrast, Breenah’s own breasts were large and plump—they stuck out from her uniform like full, brown globes and her nipples were large and dark, like ripe sweetberries.

  The bottom part of Meendy’s uniform fit her better, too—her small silver undercoverings covered her decently and didn’t show a thing. Whereas, Breenah looked poured into hers. No matter how many times she pulled and tugged at the stretchy silver fabric, it refused to completely cover the ripe mound of her sex and always seemed to show the top of her slit.

  The differences between them irritated Breenah—not because she wanted to look like Meendy—she didn’t. What irritated her was how much better the standard issue uniform fit her coworker. She really wished that for once she could have clothing that fit her properly and didn’t leave sensitive parts exposed! Also, Meendy was a bully and she got on Breenah’s nerves.

  “Is he causing me trouble? How could he? He’s manacled to the Stasis Wheel,” she pointed out, nodding at the prisoner who was still growling and yanking on the unbreakable manacles.

  “Hmm…all right.” Meendy gave her a critical look. “Well, just be certain you keep a good watch on him. I heard Mistress Work-worthy say he might be a spy from Griesha Beta. And you know, he is a male and they can’t be trusted.”

  “I know they can’t,” Breenah said, frowning. Distrust of males was one of the first things one learned on Griesha Prime—almost as soon as one came out of the artificial womb.

  Long ago—so many generations that nobody really remembered now—Griesha Prime had been a society of both males and females. But conditions for the females had been bleak. The males had ruled everything, forcing the females into “sexual servitude”—a term which was never fully explained, but which Breenah thought must mean that the males put their shafts into the females whenever and however they wanted.

  After living like this for years and years, the women had risen up. Under the light of the Lunar Equinox—the rare convergence of Griesha Prime’s three Moons—they had overthrown their male captors and either killed them or driven them off-planet.

  The disaffected males who escaped had settled on the next planet over, Griesha Beta, where they had been ever since. They had never dared to come back, for the planet was well protected against them. A neural net covered the entire globe and if a ship that carried a male dipped too low towards the Griesha Prime atmosphere, the net would sense the presence of a passenger with a Y chromosome and short out their engines.

  And once on the surface of Griesha Prime—if he survived the crash—the hapless male was stuck, unless he had a female who was willing to leave the planet with him. Only in the presence of a passenger with two X chromosomes could a passenger with a Y chromosome escape the all-encompassing neural net.

  This defense system resulted in many crashed ships until the male residents of Griesha Beta eventually gave up trying to come back to their old home world. They left the females alone and settled permanently on Griesha Beta, though they were still regarded with great suspicion by the residents of Griesha Prime.

  It had been many long years since a male had crash-landed on their planet, Breenah reflected. Certainly none had in her own lifetime. But could the giant the outer guards had found and dragged from the wreckage of his ship really be a spy from the males on Griesha Beta?

  “What makes them think he’s a spy?” she asked Meendy suspiciously. “He has gray skin and he’s huge. We all have either brown or tan skin and we are much shorter—clearly he’s not our species of humanoid.”

  “Yes, but he’s male,” Meendy hissed. “And males are not to be trusted! They only want to keep females in sexual servitude.”

  “Yes, yes—I know all that,” Breenah said impatiently. “Only… what does it mean, ‘sexual servitude?’ Mistress Work-worthy never really explains it. Do you think it means that males want to, you know…put their, uh, shafts into females somehow?” The thought gave her a fluttery feeling in her stomach for some reason.

  “Who cares what it means!” Meendy made a dismissive gesture. “It’s bad and that’s all we need to know!”

  “Yes, but I just wish that Mistress Work-worthy and the other Superiors would tell us what it meant,” Breenah said, frowning. “I’d like to know what I ought to be watching out for. After all, what kinds of, er, sexual servitude do you think the prisoner would engage in if he got a chance to? Which he won’t of course,” she added quickly.

  “Stop all this foolish speculation and just be certain he doesn’t get out of those manacles!” Meendy said in her bossiest tone. “You’d better be guarding the Stasis Wheel release switch with your life!”

  She nodded to the big red button on the far wall—the one that would instantly turn off the Stasis Wheel and release the Magno-manacles at once if pushed. It was an emergency measure, only to be used as a last resort.

  “I am watching,” Breenah said shortly, irritated by the other woman’s bossy tone. She didn’t need anyone to tell her how to do her job! “No one is getting anywhere near that switch,” she told Meendy firmly. “So if that’s all you came to say, you can go back now. Tell Mistress Work-worthy everything is under control.”

  “As a matter of fact, that’s not all I came to say.” Meendy put a hand to one skinny hip bone, which was clearly evident, poking out above the silver bottoms of her uniform. “Mistress Work-worthy also wanted me to make it clear you’re not to speak to the giant—not a single word.”

  “Why would I talk to him?” Breenah demanded. “He’s a male. Everyone knows they can’t be trusted!”

  “They lie with every breath they take,” Meendy agreed, frowning. “Just see that you don’t forget that. The Council of Superiors is deciding what to do with him but for now, just keep him blindfolded and as silent as possible.”

  The imprisoned giant must have heard this because he stirred in his bonds and growled in that deep voice of his again. However, neither Breenah or Meendy paid him any attention.

  “Tell Mistress Work-worthy that everything is fine,” Breenah said firmly. “And stop bothering me! I have my work and you have yours.”

  Which was true enough—Meendy ran the Sanitation Department for the Compound—a responsibility which had definitely gone to her head. Breenah was just glad she didn’t run the Nutrition Department or nobody would have ever gotten anything to eat without having to hear a lecture first! As it was, old Moonah was in charge of the food, which was nice since she was one of the few Elders who approved of Breenah and didn’t seem to think that her curvy figure was odd or a reason for shame.

  “You go on and have an extra piece of maize-cake, honey,” she’d say, placing another bit of food on Breenah’s tray during mealtimes. “You need it to keep those curves! You’re what women used to look like—back in the day.”