He no longer remembers his name and who he is and where he came from. He is completely naked lying here under a massive low wooden roof of a low bath roughly felled from logs. This smell of fresh hot steam and the smell of wet boards. The smell of pouring water on him. The smell of birch bath brooms and female wet bodies.

He lay on this wooden flooring, and they washed him with cold water. The youngest of the wolves poured water and doused from a large carved wooden bucket all of his head to toe. She scooped water from a large wooden tub standing on the floor and doused Dmitry with cold, ice-like spring water. Water from the swamp, wolf forest. From their special wolf source.

The one that was older read some spells and some prayers. She looked at him lovingly and straight into his open eyes, like a lover and like a mother. Her brown eyes, almost black with a yellow tint, now burned with a bright eerie yellow fire, just like her daughter’s, and gleamed in the complete darkness of a log bath.

He does not remember who he is and where he came from. He does not remember his name. His eyes are now perfectly seen in total darkness. She caresses him and whispers something to him in an incomprehensible language. But, he unexpectedly for himself and suddenly, begins to discern her tender, those love words addressed to him by a young forest marsh wolf.

She, leaning against his breast with her feminine, full and wet from the icy spring water with sharpened nipples, excited, kisses his face. In his lips and says that he is now them forever. They were married to the forest mother. The one that owns this swamp and all this swamp forest. This she pointed to him, then when he fell from a burning big bird. He fell on that swamp island and died wounded. She sent her to him,

as the oldest of the werewolves living there, and the protector of this forest and swamp. And ordered her to bite him.

She told her about him as about the future of their wolf kind. The forest mother ordered her to baptize him with saliva and blood and make her husband and daughter her husband. Husband of both forest marsh wolf.

He now belongs to her daughter and herself. He is now in their large forest family.

She tells her about their future children. The fact that she must have, like her daughter from his children.

This is no longer in a dream. Everything is real and real.

Their bodies of these two women are she-wolves glistening in sweat from the love of fierce heat and streaming water. Their hair falls down over their bare flexible wet back and swinging full breasts with nipples eager for eternal caress. Stick, wriggling along them dropping down to a flexible narrow belt and over the shoulders.

They are real. They are now rubbing both of them with their young nude females with their bodies and the female breast thirsting for lovemaking with nude females and led by birch besoms and cast some spells, doing some unknown magic ritual.

The older wolf tasted his blood. He is now her wolf. He is now her husband and her daughter's husband.

He saw them. Saw them nude young female bodies. He heard everything that these two wolves said, gleaming with their yellow eyes burning in the full night darkness. But he could not move.

Dmitry was completely weak and turned off every minute, losing consciousness. He felt that something was going on inside him. Inside his human body.

But all of a sudden he did not care. Just like in the swamp on that island, when he was already striving for death. He was now so far away from the war, and he was like no one else happy, happy as in his childhood, happy as a child. It was a different feeling. Completely different. And these two who care about him are now young, almost like he himself is a woman. They do something with him and pour water on him and run birch besoms over his body.

Dmitry felt like changing.The whole is changing. He changes spiritually.

He sees only the bodies of two women naked in front of him. Two wolves. Daughters and her mother. They are above him, they wash him and immediately caress him, clinging to him naked with their female bodies. They see what is happening with him, and are present at his new birth, the spiritual rebirth from man to werewolf wolf.

More, the older wolf, Dmitry gives him his female hand. She brings it to his quivering, weakening lips. She first asks, almost begging him, and then angrily and cruelly orders him to bite her. And when he refuses, she grabs her wet head from the water with a jerk and presses her mouth to the wrist of her hand. He needs her blood.

- Drink! - says imperatively that he called mom - Drink! Otherwise you will die!

And he, grinning with long wolfish fangs, still bites her. Bites his wrist and drinks blood. Drinks and can not get enough. And then she pushes away his head and, flashing yellow like those of a wolf glowing in the night, full darkness of the bath with wild predatory eyes, licks his wolf on its hand with its tongue.

- That's good, my boy - she again gently and somehow quietly says to him and again and again, whispers something right in his face, and he feels how the whole is changing, but in the other direction. He is not the same person that was before. He is someone else and call him differently. He feels his muscles swell. And as he comes to his senses and growing stronger. How the whole body becomes strong and powerful.

He rises on that flooded boardwalk filled with a bath of hot water. And she sits down in front of two predatory light of yellow wolf eyes and at the same time lovingly at him and affectionately wolves of women. His eyes sparkle with wild animal passion and love for these two nocturnal predatory beasts. The beasts who brought him Dmitry to the blood of the wolf.

He looks at their naked bodies in front of him and already wants them. He wants both. Wants right here in this dark night. They wash it and wash it off.

everything that he was before. Dmitri's whole past flows down with water and goes under the wooden floor of the wooden floor boards and goes into the marshland. He goes down to the floor and presses one of them to him. He presses the one that stands before him more, the eldest. He presses the one that called him the first wolf. The one that gave him his wolf blood. He literally grabs her by the flexible female thin waist and presses her belly. She presses her hairy pubis and crotch to her male male member sticking in the desire for intercourse. She rubs against him with her belly and eagerly kisses Dmitry. She embraces him firmly pressing his wet short-cropped head to her female quivering body in a hot desire of passion and love. To his hardening nipples sticking to the desire for love passion, greedy lips, as his newborn son and as a lover. Whole covered with long curly and sticky dark brown hair, wet from the water, she strokes the fingers of her female thin hands with his affectionately young head in wet hair. Her hot wild breath of a she-wolf is pulled out from that trembling female breast pressed to it.

The second younger female wolf, clinging from his back, hugs him from behind for his naked body and puts his girl's head on Dmitry's shoulder. She rubs against his shoulder, caressing clean skin of his wet, washed by female hands. Clinging with her wet, also light-brown hair that is long and loose, she presses against him with her girlish legs to his feet and rubs her girlfriend with hot nipples in thirst for love passion of a young girlish breast and belly with a hairy pubis and crotch about his tense young male buttocks. All three of them in an insane general anxious merger groan loudly. And their moan turns into a vicious wild wolf howl. This wild howl of three werewolves reincarnating from man to wolves under the roof of a low-timbered bathhouse rattles beneath its ceiling and is heard through a narrow window cut through by a light gap.

And there outside the log-house in the dark of the moonlit night, there are all who came to the baptism of a young wolf. There are all who have now become his brother and sister.They stand, surrounded by shadows in ... Read more →